ORDER  OF  SERVICE  FOR  THE  YOUNG  PEOPLE'S  MEETING 

OF    THE 

Winter  Hill    Universalist  Church. 

i     Praise  Service  (sing  several  hymns). 

2  Responses. 

Leader.     O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me  and  let  us  exalt  his  name  together. 

People.  We  will  bless  the  Lord  at  all  times,  his  praise  shall  contin- 
ually be  in  our  mouth. 

Leader.  O  come  let  us  worship  and  bow  down  and  kneel  before  the 
Lord,  our  Maker. 

People  For  he  is  the  Lord,  our  God,  and  we  are  his  people  and  the 
sheep  of  his  pasture. 

Leader.     Let  us  pray. 

3  Prayer  (all  unite). 

Almighty  God,  the  Creator  and  Preserver  of  all  men,  and  our  Father 
who  art  in  heaven,  graciously  be  with  and  bless  us  in  all  the  exercises 
of  this  hour.  So  touch  and  quicken  us  by  thy  Spirit,  we  humbly  be- 
seech thee,  that  the  words  of  our  lips  and  the  meditations  of  our  hearts 
shall  be  acceptable  in  thy  sight.  May  thy  kingdom  come  and  thy  will 
be  done  in  us  and  by  us  even  as  in  heaven,  through  Jesus  Christ,  our 
Lord.     Amen. 

Leader.     ()  God,  make  cleau  our  hearts  within  us. 
I'>  tple.      And  renew  a  right  spirit  within  us. 

4  Hymn. 

5  Scripture. 
b     Hymn. 

7     Topic,   remarks,  selections,  etc. 

S     Hymn. 

9    Confession  of  Duty     in  closing). 

It  is  our  duty  to  be  obedient  to  tin-  law  and  spirit    of   Jesus    Christ,  OUf 

Master,  to  give  so  me  portion  of  each  day  to  Christian  study— the  read- 
ing of  the  Bible,  meditation  and  prayer;  to  support  the  church  with 
which  we  stand  related  in  every  possible  way,  especially  by  attending 
its  Sunda)  service  and  endeavoring  to  the  best  of  our  ability  to  lead  a 
Christian  life.     Ma\  God  help  us   to   a    faithful   discharge   of  these  and 

all  the  duties  which  devolve  Upon  us  as  moral  and  spiritual  beings. 

Leader.       \n<l  now  unto  the    Kin;;    Eternal,  Immortal.  Invisible,  the  only 

Wise  God, 
People.     Be  honor  and  glory  through  Jesus  Christ  forever  and  ever. 
All .     The  Lord  watch  between  thee  and  me  while  we  are  absent  one  from 

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GOOD-WILL    SONGS 

A   COMPILATION    OF 

HYMNS    AND    TUNES 

ORIGINAL,   SELECTED,    AND   ARRANGED 

FOR    PRAISE    AND    PRAYER    MEETINGS 

AND 

STATED    CHURCH    SERVICE 


"  Oh  !  wed  them  ever  to  most  noble  thought, 
So  the  voice  of  thy  soul, 
And  thy  throat's  voice,  be  brought 
To  fullness  of  perfect  accord  " 


By   STANFORD    MITCHELL 


BOSTON 

UNIVERSALIST     PUBLISHING     HOUSE 
1892 


Copyright,  1883, 
By  The  Universalist  Publishing  House. 


PREFACE. 

The  compiler  of  this  book  is  altogether  persuaded  of  the  excellent  quality 
of  the  Hymns  and  Tunes  it  contains.  His  chief  care  has  been  to  cull  from 
the  abounding  supply,  and  to  discern  and  choose  the  best  among  much 
that  is  good.  Every  line  of  each  hymn  has  been  read  repeatedly,  and 
every  word  considered.  Words  and  music  have  not  been  thrown  together 
when  the  mechanical  requirement  of  metre  was  obtained,  but  hymns  and 
tunes  have  been  wedded  because  of  adaptation  and  fitness.  While  avoid- 
ing the  thin  and  meaningless,  caution  has  been  exercised  to  exclude 
unnatural,  unsingable  mysteries,  which,  therefore,  by  some  are  deemed 
"classic." 

The  subtle,  indefinable  power  of  some  tunes,  which,  viewed  mechanically, 
would  be  called  simple,  establishes  the  rank  of  such,  and  assures  their 
continuance  in  favor.  Several  of  the  best  of  the  "  Gospel  Hymns,"  popu- 
larly known  as  "  Moody  and  Sankey  "  music,  have  been  inserted,  and  large 
expense  incurred  to  obtain  permission  of  copyright  owners. 

In  the  preparation  of  this  book,  the  compiler  has  had  the  very  valuable 
co-operation  of  Mrs.  Mitchell,  whose  taste  and  judgment  have  been  con- 
sulted throughout,  and  to  whose  musical  skill  are  due  several  arrangements 
herein. 

It  is  believed  that  the  compilation  will  commend  itself  to  all  of  Christian 
Faith,  and  to  all  who,  clearly  or  dimly,  are   possessed  of  the  Christian 

Hope. 

"  We  faintly  hear,  we  dimly  see, 
In  differing  phrase  we  pray; 
But,  dim  or  clear,  we  own  in  Thee 
The  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way." 

STANFORD  MITCHELL. 
Boston,  December,  1882. 


University  Pre^s:  John  Wilson  ft  Son,  Cambridge. 


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More  love,  O  God,  to  thee, 

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2  Whene'er  the  sweet  church  bell 
Peals  over  hill  and  dell, 

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Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
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May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 

3  Does  sadness  fill  my  mind  ? 
A  solace  here  I  find : 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 
Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss  ? 
My  comfort  is  in  this: 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 


4  The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear : 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd. 

5  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this: 

Let  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd; 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  prais'd.     Amen. 

Rev.  E.  Caswall 


Ss  &  7s. 


In  the  Cross  of  Christ 


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0  In  the  Cross  of  Christ. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo,  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  BowtiBg,  1825. 

7  "  Christian,  follow  Me." 

1  Jesus  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 

Of  our  life's  wild,  restless  sea; 


Day  by  day  his  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,  "  Christian,  follow  me." 

2  Jesus  calls  us  —  from  the  worship 

Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store, 
From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us  — 
Saying,  "  Christian,  love  me  more." 

3  In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows, 

Days  of  toil,  and  hours  of  ease, 
Still  he  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
"  Christian,  love  me  more  than  these." 

0    Anon. 

0  Onward. 

1  Onward,  onward  !  slow  and  steady; 

Be  each  footprint  f(rm  and  deep, 
Bear  your  form  erect  and  noble, 
While  the  narrow  path  you  keep. 

2  Do  the  work  that  God  has  given  you, 

Be  your  calling  what  it  may! 

Bury  not,  nor  hoard,  your  talents; 

Labor  with  them  on  your  way. 

EC.  \V.  Payson 


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2  When  over  dizzy  heights  we  go, 

One  soft  hand  blinds  our  eyes, 
The  other  leads  us  safe  and  slow, — 
O  love  of  God  most  wise! 

3  And  though  we  turn  us  from  thy  face, 

And  wander  wide  and  long, 
Thou  hold'st  us  still  in  thine  embrace, — 
O  love  of  God  most  strong! 

4  The  saddened  heart,  the  restless  soul, 

The  toil-worn  frame  and  mind, 
Alike  confess  thy  sweet  control,  — 
O  love  of  God  most  kind  ! 

5  And,  filled  and  quickened  by  thy  breath, 

Our  souls  are  strong  and  free 
To  rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  death, 

0  love  of  God,  to  thee, ! 

Eliza  Scudder. 

*  0  Q0d  is  Good. 

I     I  see  the  wrong  that  round  me  lies, 

1  feel  the  guilt  within; 

1  hear,  with  groans  and  travail-cries, 
The  world  confess  its  sin! 


2  Yet  in  the  maddening  maze  of  things, 

And  tossed  by  storm  and  flood, 
To  one  fixed  star  my  spirit  clings  : 
I  know  that  God  is  good  ! 

3  Not  mine  to  look  where  cherubim 

And  seraphs  may  not  see, 
But  nothing  can  be  good  in  him 
Which  evil  is  in  me. 

Whittier. 

*  I  Our  Help  and  Home. 

i  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  fame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

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2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
He  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  ; 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love 

He  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I   love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold ; 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home  ! 


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Rest. 


1  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 

For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 

Or  sorrow  entrance  find? 
Is  there  a  blissful  home, 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 

From  that  serene  retreat? 

2  Forever  blessed  they, 

Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 

Amid  that  glorious  land  ! 
My  soul  would  thither  tend, 

While  toilsome  years  are  given  ; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 

To  sweet  repose  in  heaven  "> 

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2  Oh,  then  the  setting  sun  shines  fair, 

And  all  below  and  all  above, 
The  various  forms  of  Nature,  wear 
One  universal  garb  of  love. 

3  And  then  the  peace  that  Jesus  brought, 

The  life  of  grace  eternal  beams, 
And  we,  by  his  example  taught, 
Improve  the  life  his  love  redeems. 

4  Delightful  scene  !  a  world  at  rest ; 

A  God  all  love ;  no  grief,  no  fear ; 
A  heavenly  hope,  a  peaceful  breast, 
A  smile  unsullied  by  a  tear. 

Anon. 

1 5  Evening  Thoughts. 

1  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 

Slow  o'er  the  west  the  shadows  rise ; 
Swift  the  soft-stealing  hours  have  flown, 
And  night's  dark  mantle  veils  the  skies. 

2  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 

Swift  from  the  records  of  the  year; 
And  still,  with  each  successive  sun, 
Life's  fading  visions  disappear. 


3  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 
But  soon  a  fairer  day  shall  rise, 
A  day  whose  never-setting  sun 

Shall  pour  its  light  o'er  cloudless  skies. 

Collyer. 

lo  Christ  always. 

1  Saviour,  when  night  involves  the  skies, 

My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee, — 
Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 

And  wrapped  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn; 
Thee,  Victor  of  the  grave  and  hell  ; 
Thee,  Source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs  ; 
Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze  ; 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  evening  steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give : 
To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must  feel ; — 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

Ciisborne. 


Thine  for  Ever. 


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Be  our  good  and  only  guide  ; 
Draw  us  from  the  evil  way; 

Keep  us  ever  by  thy  side. 
And,  when  fall  the  shades  of  night 

On  the  paths  we  tread  below, 
T  ike  us  to  the  fields  of  light, 

Where  the  living  waters  flow. 

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lo  /  will  seek  my  Father. 

1    When  the  morn  is  bright  and  fair, 
When  sweet  songsters  charm  the  air, 
I  will  lift  my  heart  in  prayer: 

I  will  seek  my  Father; 
Lest  my  feet  should  go  astray 
From  his  pure  and  perfect  way, 
Lest  I  grieve  him  as  I  may, 

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2  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  s,tood  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good! 

3  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale: 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 


Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

4  Then,  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day: 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 


His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies  ! 


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In  the  solitude  apart, 

In  the  wilderness  or  mart, 

Oh  !  my  sorely  tempted  heart, 

I  will  seek  my  Father. 
In  the  darkness  as  the  day, 
He  shall  be  my  guide  and  stay, 
I  will  lean  on  him  alway — 

I  will  seek  my  Father. 


When  the  evening  sun  is  red, 
When  each  blossom  droops  its  head, 
Kneeling  low  beside  my  bed, 

I  will  seek  my  Father. 
That  I  slumber  in  his  care, 
Shielded  from  each  harmful  snare, 
And  for  life  or  death  prepare, 

I  will  seek  my  Father. 

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2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

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I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  now, 

Lead  thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 

Pride  ruled  my  will : 
Remember  not  past  years! 

3  So  long  thy  Power  hath  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
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The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved 
Long  since,  and  lost  awhile  !     Amen. 

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2  Oh,  tell  of  his  might,  oh,  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy,  space ! 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

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4  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
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2  Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 
Where  the  saints  have  trod. 


We  are  not  divided  : 
All  one  body  we; 

One  in  hope,  in  doctrine, 
One  in  charity. 
Onward,  etc. 


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2  Sun  of  our  life,  thy  quickening  ray 

Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn ; 

Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow-arch  thy  mercy's  sign  ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine ! 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is 
love, 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 

And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee, 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame  ! 

O.  W.  Holmes. 

24  Coming  of  Christ. 

i  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, — 
When    Bethlehem's    shepherds,  thro'  the 
night, 
Watch'd  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light,— 


2  Hark !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 

A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 
In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 

The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and 


4  "  O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ; 

The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again ; 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  urn, 

Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn  : 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care, 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

6  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart; 

Bid    Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

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2  Alone  with  thee,  amid  the  mystic  shadows, 

The  solemn  hush  of  nature  newly  born  ; 
Alone  with  thee  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the 
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3  As  in  the  dawning,  o'er  the  waveless  ocean, 

The  image  of  the  morning  star  doth  rest ; 
So  in  this  stillness,  Thou  beholdest  only 
Thine  image  in  the  waters  of  my  breast. 

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So  does  this  blessed  consciousness,  awaking, 

Breathe  each  day  nearness  unto  thee  and 

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5  When  sinks  the  soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to 

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Its    closing   eye   looks    up   to   thee    in 
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Sweet  the  repose  beneath  thy  wings  o'er- 
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But  sweeter  still,  to  wake  and  find  thee 
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Shall  rise  the  glorious  thought  —  I  am 
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Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 


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2  Can  the  ties  that  make  us  here 

Know  ourselves  immortal, 
Drop  away  like  foliage  sere 

At  life's  inner  portal  ?  s 
What  is  holiest  below 
Must  forever  live  and  grow  ; 
What  is  holiest  below 
Must  forever  live  and  grow. 

3  He  who  plants  within  our  hearts 

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4  Therefore  dread  I  not  to  go 
O'er  the  silent  river  ; 
Death,  thy  hastening  oar  I  know  ; 
Bear  me,  thou  life-giver, 
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2  Thou  seemest  human  and  divine, 

The  highest,  holiest  manhood,  thou  ; 
Our  wills  are  ours,  we  know  not  how, 
Our  wills  are  ours,  to  make  them  thine. 

3  Our  little  systems  have  their  day ; 

They  have  their  day  and  cease  to  be ; 
They  are  but  broken  lights  of  thee, 
And  thou,  O  Lord,  art  more  than  they. 

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1  Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread, 

Where  bends  the  cataract's  ocean-fall, 
On  the  lone  mountain's  silent  head. — 
There  are  thy  temples,  God  of  all ! 

2  All  space  is  holy,  for  all  space 

Is  filled  by  thee ;  but  human  thought 
Burns  clearer  in  some  chosen  place 
Where  thine  own  words  of  love  are  taught, 

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God  itt  Nature. 


1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And   nights   and   days  thy  power  con- 
fess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  : 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till   through   the  world   thy  truth   has 
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Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest. 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

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2  Ever-present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near,  thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 

Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er, 
Whisp'ring  softly,  Wanderer,  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'D  guide  thee  home. 

Anon. 


3 2  The  Battle  of  Faith . 

1  Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 

Onward  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Bear  the  toil,  maintain  the  strife, 

Strengthened  with  the  Bread  of  Life. 
Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad; 

March,  in  heavenly  armour  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long : 
Soon  shall  victory  wake  your  song. 

Anon. 


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3^  The  Angel  Guest. 

1  How  pure  in  heart  and  sound  in  head, 

With  what  divine  affections  bold,   [hold 
Should  be  the  man  whose  thought  would 
An  hour's  communion  with  the  dead. 

2  In  vain  shalt  thou,  or  any,  call 

The  spirits  from  their  golden  day, 
Except  like  them,  thou  too  canst  say, 
My  spirit  is  at  peace  with  all. 


3  They  haunt  the  silence  of  the  breast, 

Imagination  calm  and  fair, 
The  memory  of  a  cloudless  air, 
The  conscience  as  a  sea  at  rest : 

4  But  when  the  heart  is  full  of  din, 

And  doubt  beside  the  portal  waits, 
They  can  but  listen  at  the  gates, 
And  hear  the  household  jar  within. 

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2  Morning  is  lovely,  but  a  holier  charm 
Lies  folded  close  in  Evening's  robe  of  balm ; 
And  weary  man  must  ever  love  her  best, 
For  morning  calls  to  toil,  but  night  to  rest. 

3  She  comes  from  Her.ven,  and  on  her  wings 

doth  bear 
A  holy  fragrance,  like  the  breath  of  prayer ; 
Footsteps  of  angels  follow  in  her  trace, 
To  shut  the  weary  eyes  of  day  in  peace. 

%   Oh,  when  our  sun  is  setting,  may  we  glide 
Like  summer's  evening  down  the  golden 

tide; 
And  leave  behind  us,  as  we  pass  away, 
Sweet,  starry  twilight  round  our  sleeping 

clay  ! 


The  Independent. 


34 


Though  ts  of  Heaven . 


I   Often  at  evening  comes  a  glowing  thought 
Of  that  which   lies  beyond  our  present 
sense  ; 


Of  those  high  scenes  whose  glories  all  .ire 
wrought 
By  God's  pure  love,  and  his  omnipotence. 


2  The  golden  bars  that  shine  behind  the  sun, 

The  glorious  seas  that  seem  beneath  Him 
poured, 
The  splendid  hues,  all  melting  into  one, — 
These  look  thy  outworks,  Palace  of  the 
Lord! 

3  Yet  not,  not  here,  O  City  of  our  God  ! 

Do  we  thy  ageless  glories  truly  see, 
As  when  the    soul,  submissive  'neath  the 
rod, 
Or  white  in  pureness,  testifies  of  thee  ! 


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Let  concord  spread  one  universal  day  ; 
And  faith,  by  love,  lead  all  mankind  to 
Thee, 
Parent  of  peace,  and  fount  of  harmony  ! 

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2  Father,  keep  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Strong  and  brave,  yet  free  from  strife. 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  a  vain  or  sinful  life. 


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Strengthen  it  with  pow'r  divine  ; 
Till  thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it, 
Father,  wholly  unto  thine. 


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The  Heavenly  Father. 


1  Yes,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth, 

With  a  father's  tender  care  ; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  beareth 
Ever)'  burden,  every  fear. 

2  Yes,  in  me  abroad  he  sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light ; 
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His  love-brooding  wing  of  might. 


2  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  he  dwelleth  ; 
I  in  Him,  and  he  in  me : 
And  my  longing  soul  he  filleth, 
Here  and  through  eternity. 

38  Stayed  on  God. 

1  Quiet  as  a  peaceful  river, 

Quiet  as  the  wind-hushed  seas, 
In  the  Eternal  trusting  ever, 
We  are  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  Deep  beneath  the  warring  ocean, 

Deep  beneath  the  howling  flood, 
All  unmoved  by  its  commotion, 
Lie  the  promises  of  God. 

3  We  are  anchored  firmly  to  them  ; 

Though  in  tatters  hang  our  shrouds, 
Calmly  we  look  up,  and  through  them 
View  the  thunder-riven  clouds. 

4  This  our  constant  heart  consoleth, 

And  we  will  not  be  afraid  ;  — 

God,  our  heavenly  Father,  ruleth, 

All  our  hope  on  him  is  stayed. 


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When  love,  and  joy, and  hope  are  fled  — 
"  Lo,  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

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41  Trust. 

1  O  Love  Divine,  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 


On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care : 

We  smile  at  pain  while  thou  art  near! 

Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 
And  sorrows  crowd  each  ling'ring  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 

Our  hearts  still  whispering,  thou  art  near! 

When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 
The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 

Shall  softly  tell  us  thou  art  near ! 

Holmes. 


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39  Love  of  Jesus. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
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Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
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It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. — Cho. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  : 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 


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The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story: 

For  those  who  know  it  best 

Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 
To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 

And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 
I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
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That  I  have  loved  so  long ! — Cho. 

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3  When  at  night  our  homes  are  shaken, 

And  the  howling  winds  we  hear — 
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2  Blest  is  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  solitude, 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

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What  peace  of  mind  ! 

5  Lord  !  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  thee. 

Charlotte  Elliott. 


44  Love  of  God  in  Affliction. 

1  I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 

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But  I  can  always,  always  say 
That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  flings 

O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings  : 
For  God  is  love. 

3  When  myst'ry  clouds  my  darkened  path, 

I'll  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove  : 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love. 

4  Oh,  may  this  truth  my  heart  employ, 

Bid  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes,  to  joy, — 
Thou,  God,  art  love. 

Anna. 


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46  Invocation. 

2  Holy  and  creative  Light! 

We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray ; 

Dawn  upon  our  spirits'  night; 

Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

3  To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope  all  other  hopes  above ; 

Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 

With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

4  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew, 

Day  by  day,  the  life  divine ; 
All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 

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47  The  heavenly  Shepherd. 

1  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge, 
And  my  couch  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 

Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet, 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 


3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, — 

This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

Merrick. 

4"  Christian  Liberty. 

1  God  made  all  his  creatures  fsee  : 

Life  itself  is  liberty  ; 
God  ordained  no  other  bands 
Than  united  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Sin  the  primal  charter  broke, — 

Sin,  itself  earth's  heaviest  yoke  ; 
Tyranny  with  sin  began, 

Man  o'er  brute,  and  man  o'er  man. 

3  But  a  better  day  shall  be, 

Life  again  be  liberty, 
And  the  wide  worlds'  only  bands 

Love-knit  hearts  and  love-linked  hands. 

4  So  shall  every   slavery  cease, 

All  God's  children  dwell  in  peace, 
And  the  new-born  earth  record 
Love  and  Love  alone,  is  Lord. 

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2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

Anon. 

5*  Be  not  afraid. 

1  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal,  x 

The  erring  child  along, 
Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

3  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest, 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast : 


4  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 
'That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

Sigourney. 

52  Worship. 

1  O  everlasting  Light ! 

Giver  of  dawn  and  day, 
Dispeller  of  the  ancient  night 
In  which  creation  lay. 

2  O  everlasting  Health  ! 
Flow  through  life's  inmost  springs; 

The  heart's  best  bliss,  the  soul's  best  wealth. 
What  life  thy  presence  brings  ! 

3  O  everlasting  Truth  ! 
The  soul  of  all  that's  true, 

Sure  guide  alike  of  age  and  youth, 
Lead  me,  and  teach  me,  too. 

4  O  everlasting  Might! 
My  broken  life  repair; 

Nerve  thou  my  will,  and  clear  my  sight 
Give  strength  to  do  and  bear. 

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2  Great  City,  blest  of  God  ! 

Jerusalem  the  free  ! 
With  ceaseless  step  the  path  be  trod, 

That  leads  to  thee  ! 
The  martyr's  bleeding  feet, 

The  saints  with  woundless  breast, 
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To  win  their  rest. 

3  There,  calming  all  alarms, 

Thy  Cross  of  Love  is  traced, 
Outstretching  salutary  arms 
To  bless  the  waste  ; 


The  sinner  there  can  plead 

In  ever  listening  ears  ; 
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And  dry  his  tears. 

4  So  this  our  festal  day 

Celestial  joy  shall  rise, 
While  lips  and  hearts,  conjoined,  essay 

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The  very  stones  shall  ring, 

Resound  each  holy  wall, 
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2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 

Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 

God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 

Weep,  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary! 

Montgomery. 

55  A  Life  hidden  in  God. 
i   Let  my  life  be  hid  in  Thee, 

Life  of  life,  and  Light  oHight! 
Love's  illimitable  Sea! 

Depth  of  peace,  of  power  the  Height! 
2  Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee, 

From  vexation  and  annoy  ; 
Calm  in  thy  tranquillity, 

All  my  mourning  turned  to  joy. 


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Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee ; 

When  my  strength  and  health  shall  fail, 
Let  thine  immortality 

In  my  dying  hour  prevail. 
Let  my  life  be  hid  in  thee ; 

In  the  world,  and  yet  above; 
Hid  in  thine  eternity, 

In  the  ocean  of  thy  love. 

Anon. 

"Father,  I  have  sinned." 

1  Love  for  all !  and  can  it  be  ? 
Can  I  hope  it  is  for  me  ? 

I,  who  left  my  Father's  home, 
In  forbidden  ways  to  roam ! 

2  I,  who  spurned  his  loving  hold  • 
I,  who  would  not  be  controlled 
I,  who  would  not  hear  his  call : 
I,  the  wilful  prodigal ! 

3  See  !  my  Father  waiting  stands  : 
See!  he  reaches  out  his  hands: 
God  is  love :  I  know,  I  see 
There  is  love  for  me, — e'en  me. 

Samuel  Long rt\  low. 


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2  At  evening  time  let  there  be  light ; 

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Yet  rose  the  morn  divinely  bright  ; 

Dews,  birds,  and  blossoms  cheered  the 
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Oh,  for  one  sweet,  one  parting  ray  ! 

At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

3  At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light! 

For  God  hath  spoken  ;  it  must  be  ; 
Fear,  doubt,  and  anguish  take  their  flight; 

His  glory  now  is  risen  on  me  ; 
Mine  eyes  shall  his  salvation  see; 

'Tis  evening  time,  and  there  is  light ! 

Anon. 

58  The  Peace  of  God. 

1   O  Father!  lift  our  souls  above, 

Till  we  find  rest  in  thy  dear  love  ; 


And  still  that  Peace  divine  impart 
Which  sanctifies  the  inmost  heart, 

And  makes  each  morn  and  setting  sun 
But  bring  us  nearer  to  thy  throne. 

2  May  we  our  daily  duties  meet, 

Tread  sin  each  day  beneath  our  feet, 
And  win  that  strength  which  doth  thy  will 

And  seeth  thee,  and  so  is  still ; 
And,  fixed  on  thy  sustaining  arm, 

Find  daily  food,  and  know  no  harm. 

3  Help  us  with  man  in  peace  to  live, 

Our  brother's  wrong  in  love  forgive, 
And  day  and  night  the  tempter  flee 

Thro'  strength  which  comes  alone  from 
thee  ! 
Thus  will  our  spirits  find  their  rest, 

In  thy  deep  Peace  forever  blest. 

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2  Poets  oft  have  sung  her  story. 

Painters  decked  her  brows  with  glory, 
|:  Priests  her  name  have  deified;  :| 
But  no  worship,  song,  or  glory, 
Touches  like  the  simple  story, 
II :  "  Mary  stood  the  cross  beside  !  "  :|| 


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By  no  grief  or  terror  parted, — 
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2  Shake  off  earth's  dust, 

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6 1  Predicted  Glory  of  the  Messiah's  Kingdom. 

i   Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes ! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day  ! 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies! 

3  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away; 
But  fixed  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


Sing  the  new  song ! 

Thy  triumph  has  begun ; 
Thy  tears  are  wiped  away, 

Thy  night  is  done  !     Amen. 


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2  Heard  you  never  of  the  story 

How  they  crossed  the  desert  wild, 
Journeyed  on  by  plain  and  mountain, 

Till  they  found  the  holy  Child  — 
How  they  opened  all  their  treasure, 

Kneeling  to  that  infant  King, 
Gave  the  gold  and  fragrant  incense, 
Gave  the  myrrh  in  offering  ? 


3  Know  you  not  that  lowly  Infant 

Was  the  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
He  who  came  to  light  the  Gentiles 

And  the  darkened  isles  afar  ? 
And  we  too  may  seek  his  cradle, 

There  our  hearts'  best  treasure  bring- 
Love  and  faith,  and  true  devotion, 

For  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

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2  That  all  of  good  the  past  has  had, 
Remains  to  make  our  own  time  glad, — 
Our  common  daily  life  divine, 

And  every  land  a  Palestine. 

3  We  lack  but  open  eye  and  ear 

To  find  the  Orient's  marvels  here, — 
The  still  small  voice  in  Autumn's  hush, 
Yon  maple  wood,  the  burning  bush. 

4  For  still  the  new  transcends  the  old, 
In  signs  and  tokens  manifold ; 
Slaves  rise  up  men  ;  the  olive  waves 
With  roots  deep  set  in  battle  graves. 

5  Through  the  harsh  voices  of  our  day 
A  low,  sweet  prelude  finds  its  way  ; 
Through  clouds  of  doubt  and  creeds  of  fear, 
A  light  is  breaking,  calm  and  clear. 

6  Henceforth  my  heart  shall  sigh  no  more 
For  olden  time  and  holier  shore  ; 
God's  love  and  blessing,  then  and  there, 
Are  now,  and  here,  and  every  where. 

Wlutlicr. 


04  Knowledge  of  God. 

1  In  darker  days  and  nights  of  storm. 
Men  knew  Thee  but  to  fear  thy  form  ; 
And  in  the  reddest  lightnings  saw 
Thine  arm  avenge  insulted  law. 

2  In  brighter  days,  we  read  thy  love 
In  flow'rs  beneath,  in  stars  above  ; 
And,  in  the  track  of  every  storm, 
Behold  thy  beauty's  rainbow  form. 

3  E'en  in  the  reddest  lightning's  path 
We  see  no  vestiges  of  wrath  ; 

But  always  Wisdom, — perfect  Love, 
From  flow'rs  below  to  stars  above. 

4  See,  from  on  high  sweet  influence  rains 
On  palace,  cottage,  mountains,  plains  ; 
No  hour  of  wrath  shall  mortals  fear, 
For  the  Almighty  Love  is  here. 

Theodore  Parkei. 


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Be  thou  a  temple  set  apart, 
So  shall  thy  Sov'reign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin. 


Oh,  could  I  speak. 


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65  Character  of  Christ. 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  clear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Medley. 


66 


Praise  for  Chris fs  Mission. 

1  Oh,  let  your  mingling  voices  rise 
In  grateful  rapture  to  the  skies, 

And  hail  a  Saviour's  birth. 
Let  songs  of  joy  the  day  proclaim, 
When  Jesus,  all-triumphant,  came 

To  bless  the  sons  of  earth. 

2  He  came  to  bid  the  weary  rest, 

To  heal  the  sinner's  wounded  breast ; 

To  bind  the  broken  heart; 
To  spread  the  light  of  truth  around, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  bound 

The  heavenly  gift  impart. 

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Jesus  our  Light. 


2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 
And  thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, — 

The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 

Thro'  life's  long  day,  and  death's  dark  night, 
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3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 
True  absolution  and  release; 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 


With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Thro'  life's  long  day,  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

4  Labor  is  sweet,  for  thou  hast  toiled; 

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Ah,  never  let  our  work  be  soiled 

With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Thro'  life's  long  day,  and  death's  dark  night, 
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'Tis  midnight — and,  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears : 
E'en  the  disciple  whom  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 
'Tis  midnight  —  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrow  weeps  in  blood : 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 
'Tis  midnight  —  and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

Anon. 


09  Perseverance. 

1  O  suffering  Friend  of  human  kind ! 

How,  as  the  fatal  hour  drew  near, 
Came  thronging  on  thy  holy  mind 
The  images  of  grief  and  fear! 

2  Gethsemane's  sad  midnight  scene, 

The  faithless  friends,  the  exulting  foes, 
The  thorny  crown,  the  insult  keen, 

The  scourge,  the  cross,  before  thee  rose. 

3  Onward,  like  thee,  thro'  scorn  and  dread, 

May  we  our  Father's  call  obey, 
Steadfast  the  path  of  duty  tread, 
And  rise,  through  death,  to  endless  day. 

Anon. 


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5  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful,  unto  thee  we  call; 
O  let  thy  mercy  make  us  glad ; 
Thou  art  our  Saviour,  and  our  all. 
Thro'  life's  long  day  and  deaths  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 


6  O  Saviour,  bless  us,  night  is  come, 

Through  night  and  narkness  near  us  be; 
Good  angels  watch  about  our  home, 
And  we  are  one  day  nearer  thee, 
Thro'  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

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2  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 
Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  earnest  prayer; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


7*  The  Praise  of  Love. 

1   Let  us  sing  the  praise  of  Love  ! 
Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Bringing  on  its  blessed  wings 
Life  to  all  created  things. 
Wheresoe'er  its  light  is  shed, 
Sorrow  lifts  its  drooping  head  ; 


And  the  tears  of  grief  that  start 
Turn  to  sunshine  in  the  heart. 
Let  us  sing  the  praise  of  Love, 
Fairest  of  all  things  above: 
How  its  blessed  sunshine  lies 
In  the  light  of  loving  eyes  ! 
And  when  words  are  all  too  weak, 
How  its  deeds  of  mercy  speak ! 
They  who  learn  to  love  aright 
Pass  from  darkness  into  light. 

Let  us  sing  the  praise  of  Love, 
Everywhere,  —  around,  above; 
Watching  with  its  starry  eyes 
From  the  blue  of  boundless  skies; 
Heeding  when  the  lowly  call; 
Mindful  of  a  sparrow's  fall; 
Writing  on  the  flower-wreathed  sod, 
"  God  is  love,  and  love  is  God." 

Anon. 


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Dangers  threatening  'long  the  way? 
Joy  wifl  soon  return  to  bless  thee, 

Soon  will  dawn  a  brighter  day.  —  Cho. 

3  What  though  wars  and  earth's  commotions 

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God,  your  Father,  rules  the  nations, 
He  will  send  a  brighter  day.  —  Cho. 

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Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 

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Ch,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee  ! 

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74 


The  End  of  Trials. 


I   Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 
Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care ; 


Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 
Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 

Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee! 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  with  faith  and  winged  with  prayer 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim-days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Henry  Francii  Lyte. 


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2  Then  will  I  say:  "  My  God  !    thy  pow'r 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tow'r : 

I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust !" 

3  In  woe's  dark  hour,  our  kindest  stay ! 
Sole  trust  when  life  shall  pass  away! 
Teacher  of  hopes  that  light  the  gloom 
Of  death,  and  consecrate  the  tomb ! 

Watts. 

76  Invocation, 

1  Thou  Power  and  Peace !  in  whom  we  find 

All  holiest  strength,  all  purest  love, — 
The  rushing  of  the  mighty  wind, 
The  brooding  of  the  gentle  dove, — 

2  Forever  lend  thy  sov'reign  aid, 

And  urge  us  on,  and  keerj  us  thine : 
Nor  leave  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made 
Fit    temples  of  thy  grace  divine. 

3  Nor  let  us  quench  thy  saving  light : 

But  still  with  softest  breathings  stir 
Our  wayward  souls,  and  lead  us  right, 
O  Holy  Spirit,  —  Comforter ! 

Roman  Breriary. 


77     The  Way,  the  Truth,  and  the  Life. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way :  and  he  who  sighs, 

Amid  the  starless  waste  of  woe, 
To  find  a  pathway  to  the  skies, 

A  light  from  heaven's  eternal  glow, — 

2  By  thee  must  come,  thou  Gate  of  Love 

Thro'  which  the  saints  undoubting  trod 
Till  faith  discovers,  like  the  dove, 
An  ark,  a  resting-place  in  God. 

3  Thou  art  the  Truth,  whose  steady  day 

Beams  on  thro'  earthly  blight  and  bloom  : 
The  pure,  the  everlasting  Ray: 

The  Lamp  that  shines  e'en  in  the  tomb. 

4  Thou  art  the  Life,  the  blessed  Well, 

With  living  waters  gushing  o'er, 
Which  those  that  drink  shall  ever  dwell 
Where  sin  and  thirst  are  known  no  more. 

5  Thou  art  the  guiding  Pillar  given, 

Our  Lamp  by  night,  our  Light  by  day ; 
Thou  art  the  Sacred  Bread  from  heaven  : 
Thou  art  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

Anon. 


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2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 

Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass 

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Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 
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3  1  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour  ; 

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4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 

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5  Hold  thou  thy  Cross    before  my  closing 
eyes  :  [to  the  skies  ; 

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Heaven's    morning   breaks,    and    earth's 
vain  shadows  flee : 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  I 

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79  God's  Fatherly  Care. 

1   Father!  there  is  no  change  to   live    with 

thee,  [day, 

Save   that  in  Christ  I  grow  from  day  to 

In  each  new  word  I  hear,  each  thing  I  see. 

I  but  rejoicing  hasten  on  my  way. 


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oO  Voice  of  God. 

2  Hast  thou  not  heard  'mid  forest  glades, 

While  ancient  rivers  murmur'd  by, 
A  voice  from  forth  th'  eternal  shades, 
That  spake  a  present  Deity? 

3  It  was  the  voice  of  God  that  spake 

In  silence  to  thy  silent  heart, 
And  bade  each  worthier  tho't  awake, 
And  ev'ry  dream  of  earth  depart. 

4  Voice  of  our  God,  oh,  yet  be  near ! 

In  low,  sweet  accents,  whisper  peace  ; 
Direct  us  on  our  pathway  here, 
Then  bid  in  heav'n  our  wand'rings  cease 

Bulfinch. 

8 1  Trust  and  Submission. 

i    My  God,  I  thank  thee  !  may  no  thought 
E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe  ; 


But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom ; 

The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  griel  and  pain 

Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know  : 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 

Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil : 
And,  mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

Norton. 


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Yet  they  could  never  reach  as  far  as  me, 
Did  not  thy  love  its  kind  protection  lend, 
That  I,  thy  child,  might  sleep  in  peace 
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o2  Enlivening  Grace. 

2  Thy  grace  can  send  its  breathings  o'er 

The  spirit  dark  and  lost  before: 
And,  freshening  all  its  depths,  prepare 
For  truth  divine  to  enter  there. 

3  Till  David  touched  his  sacred  lyre, 

In  silence  lay  the  unbreathing  wire  : 
But  when  he  swept  its  chords  along, 
The  angels  stooped  to  hear  the  song. 

4  So  sleeps  the  soul,  till  thou,  O  Lord, 

Shalt  deign  to  touch  its  lifeless  chord: 
Till,  waked  by  thee,  its  breath  shall  rise 
In  music  worthy  of  the  skies. 

Moore. 

o3  Christ  our  Example. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 

That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, — 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 


3  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  humbly  bore 

The  scorn,  the  scoffs,  of  men  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility? 

4  Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 

Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  : 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God ! 

Coxe. 

04  Evening  Hymn. 

1  O  Thou  true  Life  of  all  that  live, 

Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway ; 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 
And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day ! 

2  Thy  light  upon  our  evening  pour, 

So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see ; 
But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

3  Thee  in  the  hymns  of  morn  we  praise, 

To  thee  our  voice  at  eve  we  raise : 

Oh,  grant  us,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 

Thee  through  all  time  to  glorify  ! 

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3  Lonely  watcher,  pale  with  grief, 
Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  relief, 
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2  The  sorrows  of  thy  servants,  Lord, 
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Speak  with  us,  Lord  ;  thyself  reveal, 

While  here  on  earth  we  rove; 
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The  kindlings  of  thy  love. 
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©9  Divine  Love. 

2  All  souls  that  struggle  and  aspire, 
All  hearts  of  prayer,  by  thee  are  lit ; 
And,  dim  or  clear,  thy  tongues  of  fire 
On  dusky  tribes  and  centuries  sit. 

3  Truth  which  the  sage  and  prophet  saw, 
Long  sought  without,  but  found  within; 
The  Law  of  Love,  beyond  all  law, 

The  Life  o'erflooding  death  and  sin  ! 

4  Nor   bounds,  nor  clime,   nor   creed   thou 

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The  white  wings  oi  the  Holy  Ghost 
Stoop,  unseen,  o'er  the  heads  of  all. 

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90  The  World  full  of  God. 

i  All  that  in  this  wide  world  we  see, 
Almighty  Father,  speaks  of  thee  ; 
And  in  the  darkness  of  the  day, 
Thy  monitors  surround  the  way. 

2  Each  mercy  sent  when  sorrows  lower; 
Each  blessing  of  the  wingdd  hour,— 
All  we  enjoy,  and  all  we  love, 
Bring  with  them  blessings  from  above. 

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Upon  that  Cross  of  Jesus 

.Mine  eye  at  times  can  see 
The  very  dying  form  of  One 

Who  suffered  there  for  me  ; 
And  from  my  smitten  heart  with  tears, 

Two  wonders  I  confess, — 
The  wonders  of  his  glorious  love 

And  my  own  worthlessness. 


I  take,  O  Cross,  thy  shadow, 

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Content  to  let  the  world  go  by, 

To  know  no  gain  nor  loss, — 
My  sinful  self  my  only  shame, — 

My  glory  all  the  Cross. 

Miss  E.  C.  Clephare. 


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2  O  lovely  attitude!  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  open  hands  ; 
O  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  Oh,  welcome  him,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Now  may  his  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind, 
And  be  his  empire  all  mankind. 

Anon. 

93  All  is  well. 

i   Love  is  and  was  my  Lord  and  King, 
And  in  his  presence  I  attend 
To  hear  the  tidings  of  my  Friend, 
Which  every  hour  his  couriers  bring. 

2  Love  is  and  was  my  King  and  Lord, 

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Within  his  court  on  earth,  and  sleep 
Encompassed  by  his  faithful  guard, 

3  And  hear  at  times  a  sentinel 

Who  moves  about  from  place  to  place, 
And  whispers  to  the  worlds  of  space 
In  the  deep  night,  that  all  is  well. 


4  And  all  is  well,  though  faith  and  form 
Be  sundered  in  the  night  of  fear; 
Well  roars  the  storm  to  those  that  hear 
A  deeper  voice  across  the  storm. 

Tennyson. 


94 


Universal  Worship. 


1  O  Thou,  to  whom  in  ancient  time 

The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  songs  sublime, 
And    prophets    praised    with   glowing 
tongue ! 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 

Thy  favored  worshiper  may  dwell; 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat  weary  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer  — 
The  incense  of  the  heart  —  may  rise 
To  heaven  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  O  thou,  to  whom  in  ancient  time 

The  lyre  of  prophet-bards  was  strung, 
To  thee  at  last,  in  every  clime, 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung 

Pierpont. 


Take  the  Name  of  Jesus  with  you. 


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2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 
As  a  shield  from  every  snare  ; 
If  temptations  round  you  gather, 
Breathe  that  hoiy  name  in  prayer. 


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2  Full  oft  wast  thou  found  afar  up  on  the  mountain, 
As  eventide  spread  her  dark  wing  o'er  the  wave  : 
Thou  Son  of  the  Highest,  and  life's  endless  Fountain, 
Be  with  us,  we  pray  thee,  to  bless  and  to  save. 


3  And  oft  as  the  tumult  of  life's  heaving  billow 

Shall  toss  our  frail  bark,  driving  wild  o'er  night's  deep, 
Let  thy  healing  wing  be  stretchtd  over  our  pillow, 
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2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Time's  cold  and  wint'ry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last  — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
I  shall  be  glorified  — 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best ; 
And  there  I  too  shall  rest ;  — 

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98  Nearer,  my  Cod,  to  Thee. 
1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee; 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 


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Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  :|| 
Nearer  to  thee. 

Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
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99  Grandeur  of  God. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies ; 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword, he  speaks— 'tis  done 
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Yonder  heavens  are  passed  away. 
Then  the  end  :  beneath  his  rod 

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Halleujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

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2  Lord,  thy  sure  mercies,  ever  in  my  sight, 

My  heart  shall  gladden  through  the  tedious  day; 
And  'midst  the  dark  and  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
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1 01  God  is  Spirit. 

1  O  God,  O  Spirit,  Light  of  all  that  live, 

Who  dost  on  them  that  sit  in  darkness  shine! 
The  darkness  ever  with  the  light  doth  strive ; 
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2  O  Breath  from  out  the  Eternal  Silence!  blow 
Softly  upon^our  spirits'  barren  ground  ; 

The  precious  fullness  of  our  God  bestow, 

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3  O  Fountain !  that  dost  unexhausted  flow 

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O  God,  O  Spirit,  Life  of  life  !  flow  now 
Into  the  quiet  hearts  which  seek  thee  here. 


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2  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation? 
Every  pure  and  humble  mind; 
Every  kindred,  tongue,  and  nation, 
From  the  dross  of  guilt  refined  ; 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none, 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 
From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 


Every  stain  of  guilt  abhorring, 

Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  Providence  adoring, 

Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws,  — 
Lord,  with  favor  still  attend  us, 

Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love ! 
Thou,  our  Sun,  our  Shield,  defend  us. 

All  our  hope  is  from  above. 

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2  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord,  for  thou 
Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 

3  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, — 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

4  111,  that  God  blesses,  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  his  dear  will! 

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105  Prayer. 

1  Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourning  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  sigh, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

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103  Leaning  on  Christ. 

1  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour  ! 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 

And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 
Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 


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Lonely  seems  the  vale  of  shadow  ; 

Sinks  my  heart  with  troubled  fear; 
Give  me  faith  for  clearer  vision, 

Speak  thou,  Lord,  in  words  of  cheer. 
Let  me  hear  thy  voice  behind  me, 

Calming  all  these  wild  alarms; 
Let  me,  underneath  my  weakness, 

Feel  the  everlasting  arms. 

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2  No  man  of  greater  love  can  boast 
Than  for  his  friend  to  die  ; 
But  for  thy  foes,  Lord,  thou  wast  slain  : 

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My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love 

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2  There  I  walk  amid  the  shade^, 
While  the  lingering  twilight  fades, 
See  that  suffering,  friendless  One 
Weeping,  praying  there  alone. 

3  When  my  love  for  man  grows  weak, 
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Hill  of  Calvary!  I  go 

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Suffered  on  the  bitter  tree  ; 
See  his  anguish,  see  his  faith ; 
Love  triumphant  still  in  death. 

5  Then  to  life  I  turn  again, 
Learning  all  the  worth  of  pain, 
Learning  all  the  might  that  lies 
In  a  full  self-sacrifice. 


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I08  The  Church  a  Refuge. 

1  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around  ; 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 


2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest : 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest ! 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  : 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home ; 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more  ; 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

Montgomery. 

IOg       "He  doeth  all  things  well:' 

1  In  thine  all-embracing  sight, 

Every  change  its  purpose  meets, 
Every  cloud  floats  into  light, 
Every  woe  its  glory  greets. 

2  Whatsoe'er  our  lot  may  be, 

Calmly  in  this  thought  we'll  rest, — 
Could  we  see  as  thou  dost  see, 
We  should  choose  it  as  the  best. 

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2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray; 
And,  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 

Oh,  it  is  sweet  to  say: 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

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1  This  is  the  day  of  light: 
Let  there  be  light  to-day : 


O  Day-Spring,  rise  upon  our  night, 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 

2  This  is  the  day  of  rest: 

Our  failing  strength  renew! 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  thou  thy  freshening  dew. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  peace  : 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill ; 
Bid  thou  the  blast  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

4  This  is  the  day  of  prayer  : 

Let  earth  to  heaven  draw  near  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  thee  there  ; 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

5  This  is  the  first  of  days; 

Send  forth  thy  quickening  breath, 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 
O  Vanquisher  of  death  ! 

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2  Christian,  let  your  heart  be  glad  ! 
March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad ; 
Fight !  nor  think  the  battle  long  ; 
Victory  soon  will  tune  your  song. 

3  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry : 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede  ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

4  When  we  cannot  see  our  way, 
Let  us  trust,  and  still  obey; 
He  who  bids  us  forward  go, 
Cannot  fail  the  way  to  show. 

Maitland  <&  Cennick. 

1^3  Encouragement. 

1  Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace  : 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 


3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  mayst  see  ; 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages!  I'm  secure. 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure. 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 


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1  As  earth's  pageant  passes  by, 
Let  reflection  turn  thine  eye 
Inward,  and  observe  thy  breast; 
There  alone  dwells  solid  rest. 

2  That's  a  close-immurdd  tower, 
Which  can  mock  all  hostile  power 
To  thyself  a  tenant  be, 

And  inhabit  safe  and  free. 

3  Say  not  that  this  house  is  small, 
Girt  up  in  a  narrow  wall ; 

In  a  cleanly,  sober  mind, 
Heaven  itself  full  room  doth  find. 


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Are  they  not  enough  for  thee  ?  " 
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"Tis  of  mine  has  wandered  away  from  me; 
And  although  the  road  be  rough  and  steep, 
||:  I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  my  sheep." :|| 


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How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed  ; 
Nor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord 
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Kre  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost. 
Out  in  the  desert  He  heard  its  cry, 

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Sick  and  helpless,  and  ready  to  die. 


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2  Be  that  pray'r  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right! 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story, 
If  we  fail,  we  fail  with  glory; 

|| :  God  speed  the  right !  :|| 

3  Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  th'  event  nor  danger  fearing, 
God  speed  the  right!    - 


Pains,  nor  toils,  nor  trials  heeding, 
And  in  heaven's  time  succeeding, 
|| :  God  speed  the  right ! :  || 

Still  our  onward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Truth  our  cause,  whate'er  delay  it, 
There's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it ; 

God  speed  the  right ! 

God  speed  the  right ! 

Anon. 


Concluded  from  opposite  page. 

4  But  all  through  the  mountains,  thunder- 
riven, 
And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 
There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven , — 


"  Rejoice  !  I  have  found  my  sheep  !" 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
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Eliz.  C.  Clephane. 


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2  Why  move  ye  thus,  with  lingering  tread, 

A  doubting,  mournful  band  ? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head? 
Why  fails  the  feeble  hand? 

3  Oh !  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  power, 

To  feel  a  Father's  care ; 
A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  shower, 
Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 

4  The  orb  of  light,  though  clouds  awhile 

May  hide  his  noon-tide  ray, 
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5  And,  bursting  through  the  dusky  shroud 

That  dared  his  power  invest, 
Ride  throned  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 
Triumphant  to  his  rest. 

6  Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear, 

The  faithless  doubt  remove; 
Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
Oh,  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 

Bowdler. 


Il8  Christ  our  Friend. 

1  Dear  Friend,  whose  presence  in  the  house, 

Whose  gracious  word  benign, 
Could  once  at  Cana's  wedding  feast 
Turn  water  into  wine, — 

2  Come  visit  us,  and  when  dull  work 

Grows  weary,  line  on  line, 
Revive  our  souls  and  make  us  see 
Life's  waters  glow  as  wine. 

3  Gay  mirth  shall  deepen  into  joy, 

Earth's  hopes  shall  glow  divine, 
When  Jesus  visits  us,  to  turn 
Life's  water  into  wine. 

4  The  social  talk,  the  evening  fire, 

The  homely  household  shrine, 

Shall  glow  with  angels'  visits  when 

The  Lord  pours  out  the  wine. 

5  For  when  self-seeking  turns  to  love, 

Which  knows  not  mine  and  thine, 
The  miracle  again  is  wrought, 
And  water  changed  to  wine. 

J.  F.  Clarke. 


Cod  of  Mercy,  Cod  of  Love. 


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2  Deep  our  shame  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain. 

4  God  of  mercy.  God  of  love, 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs ; 
Oh,  restore  thy  suppliant  ones, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs  ! 

John  Taylor. 

120         Striving  together  for  Faith . 

1  Partners  of  a  glorious  hope  ! 
Lift  your  hearts  and  voices  up; 
Nobly  let  us  bear  the  strife, 
Keep  the  holiness  of  life; 

2  Still  forget  the  things  behind, 
Follow  God  in  heart  and  mind, 
To  the  mark  unwearied  press, 
Seize  the  crown  of  righteousness. 


3  In  our  lives  our  faith  be  known,  — 
Faith  by  holy  actions  shown, 
Faith  that  mountains  can  remove, 
Faith  that  always  works  by  love. 

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121  The  Soul. 

1  What  is  this  that  stirs  within, 
Loving  goodness,  hating  sin, — 
Always  craving  to  be  blest, 
Finding  here  below  no  rest  ? 

2  What  is  it?  and  whither,  whence, 
This  unsleeping,  secret  sense, 
Longing  for  its  rest  and  food 

In  some  hidden,  untried  good  ? 

3  'Tis  the  soul, —  mysterious  name, — 
Him  it  seeks  from  whom  it  came: 
While  I  muse,  I  feel  the  fire 
Burning  on,  and  mounting  higher. 

4  Onward,  upward,  to  thy  throne, 
O  thou  Infinite!  Unknown  ! 
Still  it  presseth,  till  it  see 
Thee  in  all,  and  all  in  thee. 

W.  H.  Furness. 


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2  Full  of  kindness  and  compassion, 

Slow  to  anger,  vast  in  love, 
God  is  good  to  all  creation, 

All  his  works  his  goodness  prove. 
Still,  Jehovah,  thee  confessing, 

Shall  my  tongue  thy  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  may  all  mankind  with  blessing 

E\er  hail  thy  holy  name. 

Mant. 


123  Here  am  Ij  send  me. 

1   Hark  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  crying, — 

'•  Who  will  go  and  work  to-day  ? 
Fields  are  white  and  harvest  waiting; 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? " 
Loud  and  strong  the  Master  calleth, 

Rich  reward  he  offers  thee, 
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Thou,  Lord,  their  Captain  in  the  well-fought  fight; 
Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  the  Light  of  light 

Alleluia.     Amen. 


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If  you  cannot  speak  like  angels, 

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You  can  tell  the  love  of  Jesus, 

You  can  say  he  died  for  all. 
With  your  prayers  and  with  your  bounties 

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You  can  be  like  faithful  Aaron, 

Holding  up  the  prophet's  hands. 


Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 

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While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

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Take  the  task  he  gives  you  gladly, 

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Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings; 
In  the  seat  of  pow'r  enthrone  him, 

While  the  heav'nly  concave  rings ; 
Crown  him,  crown  him; 

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127  Gospel  Light. 

1   Men,  behold!  the  day  is  breaking; 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land ; 


Day  advances  — 
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Oh,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 

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Joyful  news,  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

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Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 
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2  And  if  my  heart  and  flesh  are  weak 

To  bear  an  untried  pain, 
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3  And  so,  beside  the  silent  sea 

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I  only  know  I  cannot  drift 
|| :  Beyond  his  love  and  care.  :|| 

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The  Lord  is  God !  he  needeth  not 
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2  I  walk  with  bare,  hush'd  feet  the  ground 

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3  They  praise  his  justice  ;  even  such 

His  pitying  love  I  deem  ; 
They  seek  a  king;   I  fain  would  touch 
|| :  The  robe  that  hath  no  seam.  :|| 

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2  Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  with  God, 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are  abroad; 
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13*  Looking  off. 

1   O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore  ! 
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2  How  dear  these  holy  hours, 
How  sweet  the  influence  here! 
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And  every  boding  fear. 
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So  comes  to  us  the  hope  of  heaven 

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Fairest  Lord  Jesus. 

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2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 
Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 
Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring, 
Jesus  is  fairer, 
Jesus  is  purer, 
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3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 
Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 
And  all  the  twinkling  starry  host; 
Jesus  shines  brighter, 
Jesus  shines  purer, 
Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 


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First  introduced  in  this  country  by  R.  Storrs  Willis.    The  following  is  the  original  text : 


1  Schbnster  Herr  Jesuf 
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2  Schbn  sind  die  Felder, 

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8  Schbn  leucht't  die  Sonne, 
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2  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 
And  stain  of  passion  free, 
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2  Let  him  look  forth  into  the  night ; 
What  solemn  depths,  what  silent  might  ! 
Those  ancient  stars,  how  calm  they  roll  — 
He  but  an  atom  'mid  the  whole ! 

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He  needs  must  feel  his  God  as  nigh; 
Must  needs  that  unseen  Presence  own, 
Thus  always  near,  too  long  unknown. 

4  How  small,  in  that  uplifted  hour, 
Temptation's  lure,  and  passion's  power  ! 
How  weak  the  foe  that  made  him  fall. 
How  strong  the  soul  to  conquer  all ! 

5  A  mighty  wind  of  nobler  will 

Sends  thro1  his  soul  its  quick  ning  thrill ; 
No  more  a  creature  of  the  clod, 
He  knows  himself  a  child  Nof  God. 

Martineau. 

130  Providence. 

1   High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 

That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 


2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  . 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord : 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Watts. 

137  Sabbath. 

1  The  weekfe  over,  and  to-day, 

Once  more,  we  meet  to  praise  and  pray  ; 
Once  more,  a  peace,  a  holy  calm. 
Falls  on  our  troubled  hearts  like  balm. 

2  For  in  the  week  sure  few  could  say 
No  shadow  fell  across  their  way. 
And  to  some  lives  how  doubly  blest 
The  quiet  of  this  day  of  rest. 

3  In  this  day's  calm  my  soul  shall  seek 
A  staff  to  lean  on  through  the  week : 
And  may  each  Sabbath  prove  the  best. 
Till  the  eternal  day  of  rest. 


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2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply: 
And  greet  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  dayspring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee, 

There  comes  a  holier  cafrn, 
And  Sharon  waves  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King!" 

Sears. 

139  The  Call. 

1   Oh,  not  alone  with  outward  sign 
Of  fear,  or  voice  from  heaven, 
The  message  of  a  truth  divine, 
The  call  of  God  is  given  ; 


2  Awakening  in  the  human  heart 

Love  for  the  True  and  Right, 
Zeal  for  the  spirit's  better  part, 
Strength  for  the  moral  fight 

3  Though  heralded  by  naught  of  fear, 

Or  outward  sign,  or  show; 
Though  only  to  the  inward  ear 
It  whisper  soft  and  low, 

4  Though  dropping  as  the  sunbeams  fall, 

Unseen,  yet  from  above, 
Holy  and  gentle,  heed  the  call, — 
The  Father's  call  of  love. 

Whittier. 

I4O  God  our  Guide. 

1  In  secret  paths,  God  leads  us  on 

To  his  divine  abode, 
And  shows  new  wonders  of  his  love 
Through  all  the  heavenly  road. 

2  The  ways  most  rugged  and  perplexed, 

He  renders  smooth  and  straight: 
Through  all  the  paths,  I'll  sing  his  name, 
Even  unto  heaven's  gate. 

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2  When  the  Apostles'  fragile  bark 
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Safe  they  glided  through  the  storm. 

3  As  a  mother  stills  her  child 
Thou  canst  hush  the  ocean  wild  ; 
Boist'rous  waves  obey  thy  will 
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Wondrous  Sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

Anon. 

145  The  better  Land. 

1    Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour, 

Many  a  bright  and  cloudless  day; 
Singing  bird  and  smiling  flower 

Scatter  sunbeams  on  our  way; 
But  the  sweetest  blossoms  grow 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 


2  Earth  has  many  a  cool  retreat, 

Many  a  spot  to  memory  dear ; 
Oft  we  find  our  weary  feet 

Lingering  by  some  fountain  clear  ; 
Yet  the  purest  waters  flow 

In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

3  Like  a  cloud  that  floats  away, 

Like  the  early  morning  dew, 
Here  the  fairest  things  decay  ; 

There,  are  pleasures  ever  new. 
Only  joy  the  heart  will  know 

In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

4  'Tis  the  Christian's  promised  land; 

There  is  everlasting  day; 
There  a  Saviour's  loving  hand 

Wipes  the  mourner's  tears  away  ■ 
Oh  !  the  rapture  we  shall  know 

In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

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2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

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Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

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4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me  ; 
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Who  trembling  turns  to  thee. 

Anon. 

147  Faith  in  God. 

1  O  Love  !  O  Life !  our  faith  and  sight 

Thy  presence  maketh  one; 
As,  through  transfigured  clouds  of  white, 
We  trace  the  noon-day  sun, — 

2  So,  to  our  mortal  eyes  subdued, 

Flesh-veiled,  but  not  concealed, 
We  know  in  thee  the  fatherhood 
And  heart  of  God  revealed. 


3  We  faintly  hear,  we  dimly  see, 

In  differing  phrase  we  pray; 
But,  dim  or  clear,  we  own  in  thee 
The  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

4  Our  Friend,  our  Brother,  and  our  Lord, 

What  may  thy  service  be  ? 
Nor  name,  nor  form,  nor  ritual  word, 
But  simply  following  thee. 

Whittier. 

I48  Love  of  God. 

1  My  God,  I  love  thee,  not  because 

I  hope  for  heaven  thereby  ; 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not, 
I  must  forever  die. 

2  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught; 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But,  as  thyself  hast  love'd  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord ! 

3  E'en  so  I  love  thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  thy  praise  will  sing ; 
Solely  because  thou  art  my  God 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Frant  is  Xavier. 


82  He  leadeth  me. 

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2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 

waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea  — 
Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me! 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine  — 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  "t  is  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

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150  We  follow,  Lord. 

1  We  follow,  Lord,  where  thou  dost  lead, 

And  quickened,  would  ascend  to  thee, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  set  free  indeed 
Into  thy  glorious  liberty. 

2  We  cast  behind  fear,  sin,  and  death  ! 

With  thee  we  seek  the  things  above ; 
Our  inmost  souls  thy  spirit  breathe. 
Of  power,  of  calmness,  and  of  love. 

Anon 


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Our  hearts  to  thee :  here,  Lord,  abide. 
Let  us  thy  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  us  reveal; 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  the  glorious  crown  be  won. 


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1 5^  God  a  Refuge. 

1   Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly; 


Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here: 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

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Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tossed  ; 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

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'Tis  weary  waiting  here  ; 

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2  More  gratitude  give  me,x 

More  trust  in  the  Lord  ; 
More  pride  in  his  glory, 

More  hope  in  his  word; 
More  tears  for  his  sorrows, 

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More  freedom  from  earth-stains, 

More  longings  for  home  ; 
More  fit  for  the  kingdom, 

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More  blessdd  and  holy. 

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While  :he  days  are  going  by. 

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1  One  by  one  I  -  are  flow- 

One  by  one  the  moments  fall: 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going 

Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 
One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee : 

Let  thy  whole  strength  go  to  each: 
Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee ; 

Learn  thou  first  what  these  can  teach. 

2  One  by  one.  bright  gifts  from  heaven. 

Joys  are  lent  thee  here  below  ; 
Take  them  readily  when  given: 
I  o.  to  let  them  go. 


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Of  cool,  sweet  fountains  now  I  quaff, 
And  now  of  bitter  springs  drink  deep,-- 

Daring  to  turn  from  neither  kind, 
Since  I  am  blind. 

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My  unseen  way,  by  day,  by  night; 

Close  by  my  side  there  walks  a  Friend, — 
Strong,  tender,  true, —  I  trust  his  sight; 

He  sees  my  way,  before,  behind, 
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1  I  cannot  plainly  see  the  way, 

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If  I  do  truly  work  and  pray, 

Some  good  will  brighten  out  of  woe. 

2  I  said  I  could  not  see  the  way, 

And  yet  what  need  is  there  to  see, 
More  than  to  do  what  good  I  may, 
And  trust  the  great  God  over  me  ? 

Alice  Carey. 


159  The  Mercy- Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet; 
It  is  the  heavenly  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  we  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

Stowell. 


I  take  thy  hand,  and  fears  grow  still ; 

Behold  thy  face,  and  doubts  remove; 
Who  would  not  yield  his  wav'ring  will 

To  perfect  truth  and  boundless  love. 


Anon. 


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6  He  leads  me  as  he  thinketh  best, 

And  all  the  checkered  way  he  knows ; 
Knows  when  I  need  to  stop  and  rest, 

And  when  to  flee  from  lurking  foes, — 
Which  paths  are  safe,  which  undermined 
To  trip  the  blind. 

7  Of  all  my  backward  way  I  know 

But  little,  save  that  thus  far  on 
My  Friend  hath  led  me  safe ;  and  so 


I  trust  when  once  the  goal  is  won, 
Good  cause  of  thankfulness  to  find 
That  I  was  blind. 

8  For  in  that  goal's  diviner  light, 

And  from  that  Friend's  revealed  face, 
My  thirsty  eyes  will  drink  in  sight, 

And  I  shall  learn  what  tender  grace 
Led  me  through  paths  with  dangers  lined, 
Safely  —  and  blind. 

Jay. 


9°  A  poor  wayfaring  Man  of  Grief. 

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Charity. 


2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  entered  ;  not  a  word  he  spake; 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 
I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  it,  brake, 

And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again  ; 

Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ; 

And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 

The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 


3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock :  his  strength  was  gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst; 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on: 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up : 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er  ; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 


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2  Oh,  may  I  daily,  hourly,  strive 
In  heavenly  grace  to  grow; 
To  thee  and  to  thy  glory  live, 

Dead  else  to  all  below ; 
Tread  in  the  path  my  Saviour  trod, 
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For  mercies  day  by  day : 
Lord,  teach  my  heart  thy  love  to  sing; 

Lord,  teach  me  how  to  pray ! 
All  that  I  have,  I  am,  to  thee 
I  offer  through  eternity  !     Amen. 

Anon. 


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4  Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view 

The  Stranger  started  from  disguise  ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew : 
My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 


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"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 
Fear  not !  thou  didst  it  unto  me." 

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2  If  bright  eyes,  grown  dim  with  weeping 
O'er  their  earthly  grief  or  loss, 
Could  but  see  the  crown  awaiting 
For  the  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
Saddened  hearts  would  sing  for  gladness, 

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If  quick  ears,  grown  dull  with  discord, 

Both  of  earthly  strife  and  sin, 
Could  but  hear  one  song  from  heaven 

Sounding  sweet  above  the  din, 
Surely  then  no  soul  would  falter, 

Neither  faint  beside  the  way, 
For  the  tho'ts  of  heaven  would  strengthen 

Every  weak  heart  for  the  fray. 

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O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

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Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  nevermore! 


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2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night : 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveller !  blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own, 
See,  it  bursts  o*er  all  the  earth ! 


Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

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Traveller!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

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Traveller!  lo!  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 


Stanley. 


L.  M. 


Old  Hundred. 


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O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

Montgomery., 


l66  [d]         Sabbath  Evening. 

1  Within  thy  courts  have  millions  met, 

Millions  this  day  before  thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces  heavenward  were  set, 

Their  vows  to  thee,  O  God  !  they  vowed. 


96 


A  little  Talk  with  Jesus. 


W.  G.  Fischer. 


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3  I  cannot  live  without  him,  nor  would  I  if  I  could  : 
He  is  my  daily  portion,  my  medicine,  my  food; 

He  is  altogether  lovely ;  none  can  with  him  compare  ; 
Chiefest  among  ten  thousand,  and  fairest  of  the  fair. 

4  So  I'll  wait  a  little  longer,  till  his  appointed  time, 

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0  Love  Divine,  O  Helper,  ever  present, 
|j :  Be  thou  my  strength  and  stay  !  :|| 

3  Be  near  me  when  all  else  is  from  me  drifting, 

Earth,  sky,  home's  pictures,  days  of  shade  and  shine, 
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4  I  have  but  thee,  O  Father  !  let  thy  spirit 

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5  Suffice  it  if— my  good  and  ill  unreckoned, 

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1  find  myself  by  hands  familiar  beckoned 

||:  Unto  my  fitting  place.  :|| 


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2  Where  streams  of  living  waters  flow, 

My  ransomed  soul  he  leadeth, 
And  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow, 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish,  oft  I  strayed, 

But  yet  in  love  he  sought  me, 
And  on  his  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill, 

With    thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me  : 


Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  Cross  before  to  guide  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table  in  my  sight, 

Thy  blessing  grace  bestoweth  : 
And  oh,  the  transport  of  delight 
With  which  my  cup  o'erfloweth  ! 

6  And  so,  through  all  the  length  of  days 

Thy  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  thy  praise 
Within  thy  house  forever ! 

Baker. 


To  music  on  opposite  page. 


173  Diligence. 

2   In  the  heav'nly  journey, 

Press  with  zeal  along, — 
Resting  will  but  weary, 

Running  make  thee  strong. 
Wings  that  eagles  carry 

Bear  them  in  their  flight; 
So  thy  burden  bears  thee, — 

Surely,  then,  'tis  light. —    Then,  etc. 


Haste,  it  hath  been  told  thee  — 

All  things  are  thine  own  ; 
Pass  the  pearly  portals, 

Stand  before  the  throne. 
Here  thy  journey  endeth, 

Here  thy  staff  lay  down, 
Enter  here  thy  mansion, 

Here  receive  thy  crown.  —  Then,  etc, 

Tilton. 


162 


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2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 
Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave. 

|:  Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care: 
Why  should  1  the  burden  bear?:! 


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On  a  care  beyond  his  own  ; 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone, — 

|j :  Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide.  :|| 


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2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Brown. 

*77  God  always  with  us. 

i   There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night; 


There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way  ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs ; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky ; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

Anon. 

I78  The  Light  from  Within. 

1  I  saw  on  earth  another  light 

Than  that  which  lit  my  eve 
Come  forth  as  from  the  soul  within, 
And  from  a  higher  sky. 

2  '  Tvvas  brighter  far  than  noonday's  beam ; 

It  shone  from  God  within, 
And  lit,  as  by  a  lamp  from  heaven, 
The  world's  dark  track  of  sin. 

J.  Very. 


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2  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  appointed, 

Girded,  for  the  glorious  war, 
In  the  name  of  God's  Anointed, 
Spread  your  victories  afar. 

3  On  the  prairie  and  the  mountain, 

In  the  valley  rich  and  fair, 
By  the  river  and  the  fountain,  — 
Plant  the  sacred  standard  there. 

4  So  shall  Error  be  supplanted, 

So  shall  Truth  her  vanguard  keep, 
So  shall  temple  homes  be  granted, 
To  the  Shepherd's  wandering  sheep. 

Phelps. 

loO  Love  to  God. 

1  I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father  ! 

My  Redeemer,  and  my  King ! 
I  would  love  thee;  for,  without  thee, 
Life  is  but  a  bitter  thing. 

2  I  would  love  thee;  every  blessing 

Flows  to  me  from  out  thy  throne : 
I  would  love  thee  —  he  who  loves  thee 
Never  feels  himself  alone. 


3  I  would  love  thee ;  look  upon  me, 

Ever  guide  me  with  thine  eye  : 

I  would  love  thee;  if  not  nourished 

By  thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

4  I  would  love  thee  ;  may  thy  brightness 

Dazzle  my  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
I  would  love  thee;  may  thy  goodness 
Watch  from  heav'n  o'er  all  I  prize. 

5  I  would  love  thee,  I  have  vowed  it ; 

On  thy  love  my  heart  is  set : 

While  I  love  thee,  I  can  never 

My  Redeemer's  love  forget. 

French. 

Iol  Providence. 

1  God  will  charge  his  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 
Though  thou  walk  through  hostile  regions 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

2  Since  with  pure  and  firm  affection 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  win^  of  his  protection 
He  shall  shield  thee  from  above. 

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1  o2  God  is  Love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth  ; 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove: 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


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183 


A  Psalm  of  Life. 

Tell  me  not  in  mournful  numbers, 
"  Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  !  " 

For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

Life  is  real !     Life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is   not  its  goal; 
"  Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest," 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 


3  Not  enjoyment  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  or  way  ; 

But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 

Find  us  farther  than  to-day. 

4  Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 

With  a  heart  for  any  fate ; 
Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 

Longfellow. 

184  Christmas. 

1  Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices : 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy ; 
"Glory  in  the  highest ;  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

3  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  : 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  !  " 

John  Cawood. 


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2  That  life  I  consecrate  to  thee: 

And  ever,  as  the  day  is  born, 
On  wings  of  joy  my  soul  would  flee 
To  thank  thee  for  another  morn, — 

3  Another  day  in  which  to  cast 

Some  silent  deed  of  love  abroad, 
That,  greatening  as  it  journeys  past, 
May  do  some  earnest  work  for  God. 

4  Another  day  to.  do,  to  dare  ; 

To  use  anew  my  growing  strength  ; 

To  arm  my  soul  with  faith  and  prayer ; 

And  so  win  life  and  thee  at  length. 

Caroline  A.  Mason. 

l86  The  Love  of  God. 

1  O  Source  divine,  and  Life  of  all, 

The  Fount  of  being's  wondrous  sea  ! 
Thy  depth  would  every  heart  appall, 
That  saw  not  Love  supreme  in  thee. 

2  We  shrink  before  thy  vast  abyss,    [brood  ; 

Where   worlds   on  worlds  unnumbered 
We  know  thee  truly  but  in  this, — 
That  thou  bestowest  all  our  good. 


3  And  so,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space, 

Oh,  grant  us  still  in  thee  to  dwell, 
And  through  the  ceaseless  web  to  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well! 

4  Bestow  on  every  joyous  thrill 

A  deeper  tone  of  reverent  awe; 
Make  pure  thy  children's  erring  will. 
And  teach  their  hearts  to  love  thy  law. 

John  Sterling. 

I07      Lift  tip  your  Heads,  ye  Gates. 

1  Oh,  blest  the  souls,  forever  blest, 
Where  God  as  Ruler  is  confessed ! 
O  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 
To  whom  the  King  of  Glory  comes  ! 

2  Fling  wide  thy  portals,  O  my  heart! 
Be  thou  a  temple  set  apart, 

So  shall  thy  Sov'reign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin. 

3  Deliv'rer,  come  !  we  open  wide 

Our  hearts  to  thee;  here,  Lord,  abide! 
Let  all  thy  glorious  presence  feel. 
O  King  of  souls,  thyself  reveal  ! 

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1 00  Security. 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  He  feeds  in  pastures,  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir  ! 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

Lyte. 

IoQ  Reconciliation . 

1  Father,  thy  thoughts  are  peace  towards  me, 

Safe  am  I  in  thy  hands ; 
Could  I  but  firmly  build  on  thee, 
For  sure  thy  counsel  stands  ! 

2  Though  mountains  crumble  into  dust, 

Thy  covenant  standeth  fast; 

Who  follows  thee  in  pious  trust, 

Shall  reach  the  goal  at  last 


3  Tho'  strange  and  winding  seems  the  way 
While  yet  on  earth  I  dwell, 
In  heaven  my  heart  shall  gladly  say, 
Thou,  God,  dost  all  things  well! 

Anon. 


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1  My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Abides  forever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home ;  — 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  Covenant  in  the  darkest  gteom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 

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2  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live; 
Abide  with  me  when  death  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

3  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  thro'  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

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1 92  The  Kingdom  of  God. 

1  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  benighted  race. 

2  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light; 

Confusion,  order  in  thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might: 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

3  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet; 
Breathe  thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 


4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumph  of  the  cross  record ; 
Thy  name,  O  Father,  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  thee  Lord. 

Montgomery. 

193  The  Gate  of  Heaven. 

1  Our  Father,  God,  not  face  to  face 

May  mortal  sense  commune  with  thee, 
Nor  lift  the  curtains  of  that  place 
Where  dwells  thy  secret  majesty. 

2  Yet  wheresoe'er  our  spirits  bend 

In  reverent  faith  and  humble  prayer, 
Thy  promised  blessing  will  descend, 
And  we  shall  find  thy  spirit  there. 

3  Lord,  be  the  spot  where  now  we  meet 

An  open  gateway  into  heaven  : 
Here  may  we  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 
And  feel  our  deepest  sins  forgiven. 

4  Here  may  desponding  care  look  up, 

And  sorrow  lay  its  burden  down, 
Or  learn  of  him  to  drink  the  cup, 

To  bear  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown. 
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1 94  "  Walk  in  the  Light." 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  his 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

3  Walk  in  the  light!  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away  ; 
Because  that  light  hath  on  thee  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

Barton. 

1 95  Law  of  Love. 

1  Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 

Where  they  may  broadly  run ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  founts, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

2  But  if,  at  any  time,  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep, 

That  blessing  from  above  : 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have, — 
Such  is  the  law  of  love. 

Trench. 


19^     Doing  Good  for  Christ' 's  Sake. 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure: 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,  thro'  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And,  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

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1 97         "  The  little  Hills  rejoice." 

1  When  brighter  suns  and  milder  skies 

Proclaim  the  opening  year, 
What  various  sounds  of  joy  arise  ! 
What  prospects  bright  appear! 

2  Thus  like  the  morning,  calm  and  clear, 

That  saw  the  Saviour  rise, 
The  spring  of  heaven's  eternal  year 
Shall  dawn  on  earth  and  skies. 

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2  Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain ; 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below, — 

He  follows  in  his  train. 
2  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came; 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew, 

And  dared  the  cross  and  flame. 
4  They  met  the  tyrant's  brandish'd  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane  ; 


They  bowed  their  necks  the  death  to  feel 
Who  follows  in  their  train? 

5  A  noble  army  —  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid  — 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice, 
In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 

6  They  climb  the  steep  ascent  of  heav'n 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain! 
O  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  giv'n 
To  follow  in  their  train  ! 

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Of  the  dear  blessed  Saviour,  the  Truth  and  the  Way: 
Speed  away !  speed  away !  speed  away ! 

2  Speed  away  with  thy  promise  of  comfort  and  rest, 
In  that  glorious  home,  the  abode  of  the  blest, — 
To  those  hearts  that  are  stricken  with  mourning  and  dread 
Who  look  hopelessly  into  the  graves  of  their  dead, — 
And  tell  of  Christ  risen  t'  illumine  the  way, 
Speed  away  !  speed  away !  speed  away. 

5  Speed  away  to  the  souls  who  are  passing  from  earth, 
In  sweet  words  whisper  hopes  of  the  heavenly  birth  — 
Of  the  mansions  prepared  by  the  Father  for  all, — 
Of  the  Saviour  who  tenderly  uttered  the  call, 
"  Come  to  me  and  find  rest,"  do  not  longer  delay, 
Speed  away!  speed  away!  speed  away! 


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2  It  passeth  telling!  that  dear  love  of  thine, 
Thou  mighty  Saviour!  yet  these  lips  of  mine 
Would  fain  proclaim  to  sinners,  far  and  near, 
A  love  which  can  remove  all  guilty  fear, 

And  love  beget. 

3  Oh  !  fill  me,  Christ,  my  Saviour,  with  thy  love  ! 
May  woes  but  drive  me  to  the  fount  above  ; 
Thither  may  I  in  child-like  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  never  to  another  fountain  fly, 

But  unto  thee  ! 

4  And  when,  my  Saviour,  thy  dear  face  I  see, 
When  at  thy  lofty  throne  I  bend  the  knee, 
Then  of  thy  love,  in  all  its  breadth  and  length, 
Its  height,  and  depth,  and  everlasting  strength, 

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2  If  1  were  dwelling  in  pleasure, 

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He  never  should  call  in  vain. —  Cho. 

3  If  I  were  sinking  in  sadness, 

Or  dreading  the  cross  and  the  pain. 


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He  never  should  call  in  vain. —  Cho. 

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3  Breathing  in  the  thinker's  creed, 
Pulsing  in  the  hero's  blood, 
Nerving  simplest  thought  and  deed, 
Freshening  time  with  truth  and  good; 

4  Consecrating  art  and  song, 
Holy  book  and  pilgrim  track ; 
Hurling  floods  of  tyrant  wrong 
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5  Life  of  Ages,  richly  poured, 
Love  of  God,  unspent  and  free, 
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203  Life  more  abundantly. 

1   Life  of  all  that  lives  below! 
Let  thy  spirit  in  us  flow; 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
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Still  for  more  on  thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all ! 

3  Live  we  now  in  thee  ;  be  fed 

Daily  with  the  living  bread  ; 
Into  thee  our  spirits  grow  ; 
Into  us  thy  spirit  flow; 

\  While  we  feel  the  vital  blood, 

While  thy  full  and  quickening  flood 
Through  life's  every  channel  rolls, 


Soul  of  all  believing  souls 


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204 


God  with  us. 


1  In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, — 

Lord,  reveal  thy  presence  here  ! 
Sanctify  us  now,  and  bless ; 

Breathe  thy  spirit,  give  thy  peace. 

2  Father,  still  our  faith  increase  , 

Cleanse  from  all  unrighteousness  , 
Thee  th'  unholy  cannot  see  ; 

Make,  oh,  make  us  meet  for  thee! 

Charles  Wesley 


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This  boon  would  I  much  rather  have 
Than  call  the  world  my  own. 


Furness. 


206 


The  Lord  shall  lead  me. 


1  Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord! 

However  dark  it  be  : 
Lead  me  aright  by  thine  own  hand, 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

2  Smooth  let  it  be,  or  rough, 

It  will  be  still  the  best : 
Winding  or  straight,  it  matters  not, — 
I,t  leads  me  to  thy  rest. 

3  I  dare  not  choose  my  lot; 

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Choose  thou  the  way  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

4  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice 

In  things  or  great  or  small : 


Be  thou  my  light,  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom,  and  my  all. 


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207     The  Truth  which  makethfree. 

1  O  true  One  !  give  me  truth; 

And  let  it  quench  in  me 
The  thirst  of  this  long-craving  heart, 
And  set  my  spirit  free. 

2  Truth  which  contains  true  rest, 

Which  is  the  grave  of  doubt, 
Which  ends  uncertainty  and  gloom, 
And  casts  all  falsehood  out; 

3  Calm  faith  which  grasps  the  word 

Of  him  who  cannot  lie; 
Which  hears  alone  the  voice  divine, 
Though  crowds  be  standing  by. 

4  O  truth  of  God !  destroy 
The  cloud,  the  chain,  the  war; 

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My  bright  and  morning  star. 


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2   If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 

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While  the  multitudes  go  by; 

You  can  chant  in  happy  measure, 
As  they  slowly  pass  along: 

Tho'  they  may  forget  the  singer. 

||:  They  will  not  forget  the  song.  :|| 


Your  Mission. 

3  If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 
Ever  ready  to  command. 
If  you  cannot  towards  the  needy 

Reach  an  ever  open  hand, 
You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 

O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep, 
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Universal  Redemption. 


As  night  before  the  rays 
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Of  God's  eternal  day. —  Cho. 

As  music  fills  the  grove 
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5   If  you  cannot  in  the  conflict 
Prove  yourself  a  soldier  true. 
If  where  fire  and  smoke  are  thickest, 
There's  no  work  for  you  to  do ; 


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6  Do  not,  then,  stand  idly  waiting 

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Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard, 

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Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
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And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 


O  one.  O  only  Mansion  ! 

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Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

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2  In  holy  contemplation, 

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Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

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212  Celestial  Country. 

1    O  sweet  and  blessed  country! 
Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face  ? 


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O  sweet  and  blessed  country! 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace  ? 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part; 
His  only,  his  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art! 

2  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
The  cross  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  crucified  thy  praise  : 
His  laud  and  benediction 

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2  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

May  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 

Sun  of  Righteousness  !  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near  ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

But  in  deeds  of  love  o'erflow, 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Nor  in  words  nor  songs  alone 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me; 

May  my  love  for  thee  be  shown. 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
Saviour  Risen !  Glorified! 

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Till  thy  inward  light  impart 
Warmth  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

Walk  with  me,  close  by  my  side, 

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Give  me  of  thy  conq'ring  power. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ; 

Adapted  by  S.  M. 

215            Sun  of  Righteousness. 
1   Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

C.  Wesley. 

213  i      Invitation. 

2  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land: 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 

Amidst  the  shining  band. 


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In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 

Thy  holy  resting-place. 

Anon. 


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2  I  need  thee  every  hour ; 

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3  I  need  thee  every  hour; 

In  joy  or  pain; 


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Teach  me  thy  will; 
And  thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfill. — Ref. 


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4  A  little  while,  'mid  shadow  and  illusion, 

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124 


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Not  a  sin  and  not  a  shadow 
On  that  sunrise  grand  and  clear. 


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2  Holy,  holy,  holy !  all  the  saints  adore  thee, 

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Who  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

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Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty ! 
Father  all-glorious,  endless  praise  to  thee. 

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126 


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The  night  is  fast  approaching, 

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And  crush  each  error  low; 

Keep  back  no  words  of  knowledge 
That  human  hearts  should  know. 


Concluded  from,  opposite  page. 

Be  faithful  to  thy  mission, 
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Shall  be  thy  just  reward. 


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128 


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2  Far  beyond  that  arch  of  gladness, 
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2  Knocking,  knocking,  still  he's  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  wondrous  fair; 
But  the  door  is  hard  to  open, 

For  the  weeds  and  ivy-vine, 
With  their  dark  and  clinging  tendrils, 

Ever  round  the  hinges  twine. 


Knocking,  knocking — what!  still  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  grand  and  fair? 
Yes,  the  pierced  hand  still  knocketh, 

And  beneath  the  crowne'd  hair 
Beam  the  patient  eyes,  so  tender, 

Of  thy  Saviour,  waiting  there. 

Mrs.  H.  B.  Stowe. 


Concluded  from  opposite  page. 

3  Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated, 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted  : 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  him 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  him, 

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4  Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 

Lay  we  at  his  blesse'd  feet. 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  His  throne  we  meet. 

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His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
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By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

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And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

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225 


Divine  Light. 


Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 
The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine  ; 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 
But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 
From  year  to  year  does  knowledge  soar 
And,  as  it  soars,  the  Gospel  light 
Becomes  effulgent  more  and  more. 

More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll, 
New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled, 
Expanding  with  th'  expanding  soul, 
Its  radiance  shall  o'erflow  the  world, — 


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As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  the  lingering  mist  away. 

Bowring. 

226  Exaltation. 

1  There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 
In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 

So  bright,  that  all  which  spreads  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glories  fraught. 

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There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 
With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise 

To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 

C.  Rohbins. 


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2  Lo  !  the  Morning  Star  appeareth, 

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He,  the  Great,  the  First,  the  Last ! 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

3  Clap  your  hands  with  exultation  ! 

Sing  aloud,  rejoice  with  mirth, 


Peace  her  silver  wing  hath  folded,  — 
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Hallelujah,  etc. 

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3  O  thou  who  conqu'rest  by  this  sign, 

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3  Lift  thine  eye,  Christian, 

2   Fight  the  fight,  Christian, 

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Raise  thy  heart,  Christian, 

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5  When,  my  course  finished,  I  breathe  my  last  breath, 
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When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

3  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

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Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

4  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight; 

And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 

In  heaven's  unclouded  light! 

Stephen  Greenleaf  Bulfinch. 

234  This  is  the  Love  of  God. 

1  Blest  be  thy  love,  dear  Lord, 

That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, 
Only  to  love  thee  for  thyself, 
And  for  that  love  obey. 

2  O  thou,  our  souls'  chief  hope! 

We  to  thy  mercy  fly : 


Where'er  we  are,  thou  canst  protect, 
Whate'er  we  need,  supply. 

3  Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 

To  thee  we  both  resign; 
By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 
If  thy  light  on  us  shine. 

4  Whether  we  live  or  die, 

Both  we  submit  to  thee ; 
In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life. 
If  thine  in  death  we  be. 

John  Austin.     1S6S 

235   The  Fountain  of  Living  Waters. 

1  The  fountain  in  its  source 

No  drought  of  summer  fears; 
The  farther  it  pursues  its  course, 
The  nobler  it  appears. 

2  The  cisterns  I  forsake, 

O  Fount  of  Life,  for  thee ; 
My  thirst  with  living  waters  slake, 
And  drink  eternity. 

Madame  Guion.   1S69. 

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3  If  e'er  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Life's  weary  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 


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Still  whispers  "  Cling  to  me." 

4  If  faith  and  hope  are  often  tried, 
I'll  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside; 
So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisfied, 
The  soul  that  clings  to  thee !  Anon- 


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2  O  City  fair  and  glorious  ! 

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2  Glorious  hopes  our  spirits  fill, 

When  we  feel  that  thou  art  near; 
Father,  then  our  fears  are  still, 

Then  the  soul's  bright  end  is  clear. 

3  Life's  hard  conflict  we  would  win, 

Read  the  meaning  of  life's  frown ; 


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239  Send  forth  thy  Heralds,  Lord. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  thee  ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened  old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart. 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene. 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

Bryant. 

240  Paternal  Providence  of  God. 

\   Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God!  conducts,  unseen, 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 


Thou  givest  with  paternal  care. 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 
All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

On  thine  eternal  will  depend  ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 

Would  man  pursue  th'  appointed  end 
Be  this  my  care:  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 

And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God,  on  thee. 


Collett. 


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Evening  Worship. 


1  O  Holy  Father!  'mid  the  calm 

And  stillness  of  this  evening  hour, 
We  lift  to  thee  our  solemn  psalm, 

To  praise  thy  goodness  and  thy  power. 

2  Kept  by  thy  goodness  through  the  day, 

Thanksgiving  to  thy  name  we  pour; 
Night  o'er  us,  with  its  stars, —  we  pray 
Thy  love  to  guard  us  evermore. 

W.  H.  Burleigh. 


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2  My  days  unclouded,  as  they  pass, 

And  every  onward  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  fickle  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

4  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close, 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

Steele. 

243  Thou  great  Instructor. 

1  Thou  great  Instructor,  lest  I  stray, 
Oh,  teach  my  erring  feetxthy  way ! 
Thy  truth,  with  ever  fresh  delight, 
Shall  guide  my  doubtful  steps  aright. 

2  How  oft  my  heart's  affections  yield, 
And  wander  o'er  the  world's  wide  field ! 
My  roving  passions,  Lord,  reclaim ; 
Unite  them  all  to  fear  thy  name. 


3  Then,  to  my  God,  my  heart  and  tongue, 
With  all  their  powers  shall  raise  the  song; 
On  earth  thy  glories  I'll  declare. 
Till  heaven  th'  immortal  notes  shall  hear. 

244         Fireside  Evening  Hymn. 

1  Hither,  bright  angels,  wing  your  flight, 

And  stay  your  gentle  presence  here ; 
Watch  round,  and  shield  us  thro'  the  night, 
That  every  shade  may  disappear. 

2  How  sweet,  when  Nature  claims  repose, 

And  darkness  floats  in  silence  nigh, 
To  welcome  in,  at  daylight's  close, 

Those  radiant  troops  that  gem  the  sky  ; 

3  To  feel  that  unseen  hands  we  clasp, 

While  feet  unheard  are  gathering  round- 
To  know  that  we  in  faith  may  grasp 
Celestial  guards  from  heavenly  ground  ! 

4  Oh,  ever  thus,  with  silent  prayer 

For  those  we  love,  may  night  begin, — 
Reposing  safe,  released  from  care, 
Till  morning  leads  the  sunlight  in. 

James  T.  Fields. 


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I  have  read  his  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and  flaring  lamps  ; 
His  day  is  marching  on — Glory,  etc. 


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3  I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel,  writ  in  burnished  rows  of  steel : 

"As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners,  so  with  you  my  grace  shall  deal !  " 
Let  the  Hero  born  of  woman,  crush  the  serpent  with  his  heel, 
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4  He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never  call  retreat ; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  his  judgment-seat : 
Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  him  !  be  jubilant,  my  feet! 

Our  God  is  marching  on. — Glory,  etc. 

5  In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies  Christ  was  born  across  the  sea, 
With  a  glory  in  his  bosom  that  transfigures  you  and  me  ; 
As  he  died  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free, 

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3  But  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 


The  world  has  suffered  long  ; 
Beneath  the  angel-strain  have  rolled 

Two  thousand  years  of  wrong; 
And  man.  at  war  with  man,  hears  not 

The  love-song,  which  they  bring; 
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1  Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me?  The  plant  beside  me  feels  thy  |  gen-tle  |  dew; 

Each  blade  of  grass  I  see,  From  thy  deep  earth  its  |  quick-ening  |  moist-ure  |  drew. 

2  Wilt  thou  not  visit  me?  Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  |  cheer-ing  |  tone; 

And  every  hill  and  tree  Lend  but  one  voice,  the  |  voice  of  |  thee  a-  |  lone. 

3  Come;  for  I  need  thy  love,  More  than  the  flower  the  dew,  or  |  grass  the  |  rain; 

Come,  like  thy  holy  dove,  And  let  me  in  thy  sight  re-  j  joice  to  |  live  a-  |  gain, 

4  Yes:  thou  wilt  visit  me;  Nor  plant  nor  tree  thine  eye  de-  |  lights  so  |  well, 

As  when,  from  sin  set  free,  Man's  spirit  comes  with  |  thine  in  |  peace  to  |  dwell. 

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And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, — 
Look  now ;  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing: 
Oh,  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

For,  lo !  the  days  are  hastening  on 

By  prophet  bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever  circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold; 
When  Peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  all  the  world  give  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

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248  God's  Kindness  to  our  Forefathers. 

1  To  Him  from  whom  our  blessings  flow, 

Who  all  your  wants  supplies, 
This  day  the  choral  song  and  vow 

From  grateful  hearts  shall  rise. 
'Twas  he  who  led  the  pilgrim  band 

Across  the  stormy  sea  ; 
'Twas  he  who  stayed  the  tyrants  hand, 

And  set  our  country  free. 

2  When,  shivering  on  a  strand  unknown, 

In  sickness  and  distress, 
Our  fathers  looked  to  God  alone 

To  save,  protect,  and  bless. 
Be  thou  our  nation's  strength  and  shield 

In  manhood  as  in  youth  ; 
Thine  arn%  for  our  protection  yield, 

And  guide  us  by  thy  truth. 

Anon. 


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Unnumbered  myriads  stand, 

Of  seraphs  bright  and  fair, 
Or  bow  at  thy  right  hand, 

And  pay  their  homage  there ; 
But  strive  in  vain  with  loudest  chord, 
To  sound  thy  wondrous  love,  O  Lord. 

Though  earth  and  hell  assail, 

And  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
The  weakest  shall  prevail, 

And  grasp  the  heavenly  prize, 
And  through  an  endless  age  record 
Thy  love,  thy  changeless  love,  O  Lord. 

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25I  Looking  up. 

1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made; 
God  is  the  Tower       I  His  grace  is  nigh 
To  which  I  fly :  I  In  every  hour. 

2  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there: 
Thou  art  my  Sun,      I  To  guard  my  head 
And  thou  my  Shade,  I  By  night  or  noon. 

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2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

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253  One  Shepherd,  one  Fold. 

1  There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 

And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night,  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 


3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 
Divides  that  land  from  this  : 

I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save, 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  his  feet  my  soul  will  lie 
In  life's  last  struggling  breath; 

But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 


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254  Universal  Peace. 

1  Spirit  of  peace,  celestial  Dove, 
How  excellent  thy  praise ! 
How  rich  the  gift  of  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays  ! 

Sweet  as  the  dew  on  hill  and  flower, 

That  silently  distills, 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour. 

On  Zion's  fruitful  hills. 

3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 
Shall  premised  grace  descend; 
Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend. 


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If  the  foe  be  near, 

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Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 

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To  our  home  we  go  ! 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
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Make  us  patient  and  enduring: 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more  ! 

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Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

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2  Take  my  will  and  make  it  thine, 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine. 

Take  my  heart, —  it  is  thine  own, — 
Make  of  it  thy  royal  throne. 

3  Take  my  love,  my  God !  I  pour, 
At  thy  feet  its  treasure-store; 
Take  myself,  and  I  will  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  thee. 

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257  Be  undis7?iayed. 

1  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'Almighty's  shade  ; 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed  ! 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  He  shall  charge  his  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 
Though  thou  walk  through  hostile  regions, 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 


4  Since  with  firm  and  pure  affection 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection 
He  shall  shield  thee  from  above. 

5  Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save ; 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

Montgomery. 

258  The  Millenium. 

1  O  Thou  Sun  of  glorious  splendor, 

Shine  with  healing  in  thy  wing; 
Chase  away  these  shades  of  darkness ; 
Holy  light  and  comfort  bring. 

2  Let  the  heralds  of  salvation 

'Round  the  world  with  joy  proclaim, 
"  Death  and  hellare  spoiled  and  vanquished 
Through  the  great  Immanuei's  name." 

3  Come,  thou  Mighty,  to  deliver ; 

Take  the  nations  for  thine  own ; 
Reign,  thou  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 
Till  each  heart  becomes  thy  throne. 

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2  Mighty  Spirit,  ever  nigh, 
Work  in  me  as  silently; 

Veil  the  day's  distracting  sights, 
Show  me  heaven's  eternal  lights. 

3  Living  stars  to  view  be  brought 

In  the  boundless  realms  of  thought: 
High  and  infinite  desires, 
Flaming  like  those  upper  fires. 

4  Holy  Truth,  EternalRight, 
Let  them  break  upon  my  sight ; 
Let  them  shine  serene  and  still, 
And  with  light  my  being  fill. 


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200  Prayer  for  Inspiration. 

1  Holy  Spirit,  Truth  divine! 
Dawn  upon  this  soul  of  mine  ; 
Word  of  God,  and  Inward  Ligh' 
Wake  my  spirit,  clear  my  sight. 

2  Holy  Spirit,  Love  divine, 
Glow  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Kindle  every  high  desire  ; 
Perish  self  in  thy  pure  fire! 

3  Holy  Spirit,  Power  divine! 
Fill  and  nerve  this  will  of  mine; 


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By  thee  may  I  strongly  live, 
Bravely  bear,  and  nobly  strive. 
4  Holy  Spirit,  Right  divine! 

King  within  my  conscience  reign  ; 
Be  my  Law,  and  I  shall  be 
Firmly  bound,  forever  free. 

201  Who  are  Slaves? 

1  They  are  slaves  who  will  not  choose 
Hatred,  scoffing,  and  abuse, 
Rather  than  in  silence  shrink 

From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think. 

2  They  are  slaves  who  fear  to  speak 
For  the  fallen  and  the  weak  ; 
They  are  slaves  who  dare  not  be 
In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 

Lowell. 

262  Steadfastness. 

1  God  of  truth,  thy  sons  should  be 
Firmly  grounded  upon  thee, 
Ever  on  the  Rock  abide, 

High  above  the  changing  tide. 

2  Theirs  is  the  unwavering  mind, 
No  more  tossed  with  every  wind : 
No  more  doth  their  Established  heart 
From  the  living  God  depart. 

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2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 


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2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Jesus  !  to  thee  I  cling; 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 

Phoebe  Carey. 

265  Abiding  in  God. 

1  Still  with  thee,  O  my  God! 

I  would  desire  to  be; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee : 

2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  thee,  my  God,  in  prayer. 

3  With  thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind; 


The  setting,  as  the  rising,  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 

4  With  thee,  in  thee,  by  faith 
Abiding  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee. 


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266  Bless  the  Lord. 

1  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim  ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind  ; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits  : 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 
And  raises  thee  from  death. 

4  Then  bless  his  holy  name. 

Whose  grace  shall  make  thee  whole; 
Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days 
Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

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2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint; 

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The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
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3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps  he  leads ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert,  how  kindly  he  feeds! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 

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Though  storma^age  around  us,  our  God  is  our  might; 
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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Abide  with  me;  fast  falls  the  eventide 

Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep    . 

A  little  talk  with  Jesus 

All  that  in  this  wide  world  we  see 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest     . 

Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

As  earth's  pageant  passes  by 

As  pants  the  wearied  hart  for  cooling 

As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 

At  evening  time  let  there  be  light 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 

Beneath  the  cross  of  Jesus  . 

Be  thou,  O  God  exalted  high 

Blest  be  thy  love,  dear  Lord 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian    . 

Call  Jehovah  thy  Salvation  . 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm 

Calm  on  the  list'ning  ear  of  night 

Children  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 

Come  at  the  morning  hour   . 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace    . 

Dear  Friend,  whose  presence  in  the 

Dear  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating  . 

Father!  there  is  no  change  to  live  with 

Father,  thy  thoughts  are  peace  towards 

Father,  thy  wonders  do  not  singly 

Father,  to  us  thy  children,  numbly 

Fiercely  came  the  tempest,  sweeping   . 

Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart 

Fling  wide  thy  portals,  O  my  heart 

For  all  the  saints  who  from  their 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 

From  soul  to  soul,  quick  as  the  sunbeam's 


Hymn 

78 
130 

143 

167 

90 

13 

15 

l6l 

114 

100 

224 

57 
19 
92 

9i 

1 66a 

234 
231 

257 
142 
138 
117 

112 
215 

no 
213 
n8 
67 
133 
102 

79 
[89 
171 
170 

42 
151 
643 
124 
152 
159 

35 


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God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens  . 

God  made  all  his  creatures  free    . 

God,  my  King,  thy  might  confessing 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  love  . 

God  of  truth,  thy  sons  should  be 

God  will  charge  his  angel  legions 

Grander  than  ocean's  story  . 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee      . 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  crying  . 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 

He  leadeth  me  !  O  blessed  thought 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 

He  who  himself  and  God  would  know 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 

Hither,  bright  angels,  wing  your  flight 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  almighty 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  Guide    . 

Holy  Spirit,  Truth  divine     . 

Ho  !  reapers  of  life's  harvest 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 

How  pure  in  heart  and  sound  in  head 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 

I  cannot  plainly  see  the  way 

I  do  not  try  to  see  my  way    . 

I  feel  within  a  want 

If  I,  like  Galilee  fishers 

If  strong  hearts  grown  faint  and  weary 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean   . 

I  long  for  household  voices  gone 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away   . 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  . 

In  darker  days  and  nights  of  storm 

I  need  thee  every  hour 

In  God's  eternity 

In  secret  paths  God  leads  us  on  . 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 

In  the  midst  do  thou  appear 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches 


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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


In  thine  all-embracing  sight  . 

I  saw  on  earth  another  light 

I  see  the  wrong  that  round  me  lies 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear  . 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 

It  passeth  knowledge,  that  dear  love  of 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 

I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 

I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father 

Jerusalem,  the  Golden 

Jesus  calls  us  o'er  the  tumult 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 

Jesus  wept !  those  tears  are  over 

Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness 

Knocking,  knocking,  who  is  there 

Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 

Laborers  of  Christ,  arise 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  th'  encirling 

Let  all  the  world  in  every  corner  sing 

Let  my  life  be  hid  in  Thee    . 

Let  us  sing  the  praise  of  love 

Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour 

Life  of  Ages,  richly  poured  . 

Life  of  all  that  lives  below    . 

Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  voice  with  singing 

"  Lift  your  heads. "'with  faith,  the  morrow 

Like  morning,  when  her  early  breeze 

Like  the  sound  of  many  waters     . 

Lo !  down  in  yon  beautiful  valley  . 

Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious 

Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 

Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 

Lord,  thy  glory  tills  the  heaven 

Love  for  all,  and  can  it  be     . 

Love  is  and  was  my  Lord  and  King 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love 

Make  haste.  O  man,  to  live  . 

Men.  behold!  the  day  is  breaking 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory 

More  holiness  give  me 

More  love  to  thee,  O  God    . 

My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love    . 

My  God,  I  love  thee,  not  because 

My  God  !  is  any  hour  so  sweet     . 

My  God,  I  thank  thee!  may  no  thought 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 


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No. 

109 

173 

10 

247 

68 
200' 

12 
104 
180 
210 

7 
144 

255! 
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59 

223 

74 
5i 
20 

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55 

7i 

145 

202 

203 

2 

82 
227 
268 

239' 
126 

233 
196 

23 
162 
246 
56 
93 
195; 
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190 
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Xearer.  O  God,  to  thee 

Now  to  heaven  our  prayer  ascending 

O  Christ,  before  whose  cross  we  fall 

O  City  fair  and  glorious 

O  everlasting  Light 

O  eyes  that  are  weary  and  hearts  that 

O  Father,  lift  our  souls  above 

O  Father-Spirit,  who  with  gentlest 

Often  at  evening'comes  a  glowing  tho 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 

O  God,  O  Spirit,  Light  of  all  that  live 

O  God.  I  thank  thee  for  each  sight 

O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing   . 

Oh,  blest  the  souls,  forever  blest 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 

Oh,  for  a  shout  of  joy  . 

Oh,  for  the  peace  that  floweth  as  a  river 

Oh,  let  your  mingling  voices  rise  . 

Oh,  not  alone  with  outward  sign  . 

O  holy  Father  !  'mid  the  calm 

O  holy  Saviour!  Friend  unseen    . 

Oh.  sometimes  gleams  upon  our    . 

Oh.  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me 

Oh.  worship  the  King  all-glorious  above 

O  Love  Divine,  that  stooped  to  share 

O  Love  Divine,  whose  constant  beam 

O  Love!  O  Life!  our  faith  and  sight 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers   . 

Onward,  onward,  slow  and  steady 

O  Paradise !  O  Paradise 

O  peaceful,  quiet  place 

O  Source  divine  and  life  of  all 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God    . 

O  suffering  Friend  of  human  kind 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

O  Thou  Sun  of  glorious  splendor 

O  Thou  to  whom  in  ancient  time 

O  Thou  true  Life  of  all  that  live  . 

O  true  One  !  give  me  truth  . 

Our  Father,  God,  not  face  to  face 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past     . 

Partners  of  a  glorious  hope  . 

People  of  the  living  God 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 

Quiet  as  a  peaceful  river 

Quiet  Lord,  my  froward  heart 

Rejoice  and  be  glad,  the  Redeemer 


INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 


Rise  crowned  with  light,  imperial 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me    . 
Saviour,  i  follow  on,  guided  by  thee 
Saviour,  when  night  involves  the  skies 
Saw  you  never  in  the  twilight 
See,  daylight  is  fading  o'er  earth  and 
Slowly  by  God's  hand  unfurled     . 
Sometimes  a  light  suprises    . 
Sons  of  day!  arise  from  slumbers 
Sov'reign  and  transforming  Grace 
Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed     . 
Speak  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  thou  blest 
Spirit  of  Peace,  celestial  Dove 
Still,  still  with  thee  when  purple  . 
Still  with  thee,  O  my  God     . 
Strong  Son  of  God,  immortal  Love 
Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear 
Sweet  hour  of  prayer    . 
Take  thy  staff,  O  pilgrim 
Take  my  heart,  O  Father!  mould  it 
Take  my  life,  thou  God,  who  gave  it 
Take  the  Name  of  Jesus  with  you 
Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 
Tell  me  not  in  mournful  numbers 
The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 
The  Bridegroom  comes!  Bride  of  the 
The  deep  red  sun,  when  setting   . 
The  fountain  in  its  source    . 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 
The  King  of  Love  my  Shepherd  is 
There  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 
There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray 
There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 
There  is  a  little,  lonely  fold  . 
There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place    . 
There  is  a  time  when  moments  flow 
There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 
There  were  ninety  and  nine  that  safely 
The  shadows  of  the  evening  hours 
The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 
The  stream  is  calmest  when  it  nears 
'Tis  midnight  —  and  on  Olive's  brow 


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No. 

61 

214 

88 

16 

62 

96 

259 

211 

179 

46 

50 

87 

198 

254 

25 
265 

27 
191 
263 

173 
36 

256 

95 
103 
183 

134 
60 

49 
235 

29 
174 
155 
253 
226 
146 
177 
188 

14 
221 

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86 

199 

33 

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The  week  is  over,  and  to-day 

They  are  slaves  who  will  not  choose 

They  who  seek  the  Father's  face 

Thine  for  ever  !  God  of  love 

Thirsting  for  a  living  spring 

This  is  the  day  of  light 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour 

Thou  art  the  Way,  and  he  who  sighs    . 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on    . 

Thou  Grace  divine,  encircling  all  . 

Thou  great  Instructor,  lest  I  stray 

Thou  Power  and  Peace  in  whom  we  find 

Through  all  the  various,  shifting  scene  . 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord  . 

To  Him  from  whom  our  blessings  flow 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 

Upon  the  gospel's  sacred  page 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 

Upward,  where  the  stars  are  burning   . 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 

Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying  . 

Walk  in  the  light!  so  shalt  thou  know 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night    . 

Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God 

We  follow,  Lord,  where  thou  dost  lead 

What  is  this  that  stirs  within 

When  brighter  suns  and  milder  skies   . 

When  for  me  the  silent  oar  . 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still     . 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 

When  my  love  to  God  grows  weak 

When  on  my  day  of  life  the  night  is   . 

WJien  on  Sinai's  top  I  see    . 

When  Power  Divine  in  mortal  form     . 

When  the  morn  is  bright  and  fair 

Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread    . 

Who  fathoms  the  Eternal  Thought 

Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  [Chant]    . 

With  gladsome  feet  we  press 

Within  thy  courts  have  millions  met     . 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell     . 

Yes,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth 


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26l 

70 

17 
238 
III 
218 

77 

267 

9 

243 

76 
240 
206 
248 

47 
225 
251 
222 
113 
3 
194 
165 

35 
141 
150 
121 

197 
26 

24 

5 

107 

169 

54 

40 

18 

28 

129 

249 

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METRICAL  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 

[In  this  index,  the  names  given  are  mostly  of  old  and  familiar  tunes.     A  few  new  names 
are  added.     For  any  hymn,  look  in  Index  of  First  Lines.] 


L.  M. 

Page. 

A->hwell 1 06 

Bowen 36 

E.nan 18 

F(  deral  St 23 

Germany 43 

Handy  (6  1) 32 

Hebron 9 

Keble ro8 

Loving- Kindness    ...  n 

Malvern 46 

Migdol 130 

Monk  (61) 83 

Old  Hundred     ....  95 

Plumley 45 

Retreat 89 

Solitude 39 

Ware 15 

Wimborne 140 

Zephyr 141 

Also,  tunes   on  pp.  90,  132 
fS  !>,  151  (8  1). 

C.  M. 

Bemerton 59 

Brown 103 

Cherubim 147 

Cooling 107 

Elizabethtown  ....  79 

Geer 66 

Gould 78 

Heber 81 

Hopkins 91 

Ingleside  (8  1)    ....  60 

Manoah 7 

Tarawa  Harp  (8  1).     .     .  76 

Whittier 72 

Also,  tune  on  p.       .     .111 


S.  M. 

Page. 

Ahira        29 

Boylston 115 

Dennis 62 

Lebanon  (8  1)      .          .     .  8 

Olmutz 115 

Thatcher 137 

Zundel 120 

Also,tunesonpp.48(81),  117 

P.  M. 

Pinsuti 86 

Precious  name  .     .     .     .  53 

6s  &  5s. 

My  Praver 85 

St.  Gertrude      ....  14 

7s. 

Abt(81) 94 

Aletta 31 

Gottschalk 27 

Guide  (8  1) 19 

Herold 114 

Holly 67 

Mozart 63 

Seymour 61 

Spanish  Hymn  (8  1)     .     .  40 

Stanford  (8  1).     .     .     .  56 
Also,  tunes  on  pp.  80  (6  1), 
102,  121  (6  1),  139,  150. 

7s  &  6s. 

Mendelssohn     .     .     .     .  1 19 

Also,  tuue  on  pp.  93,  118, 
126,  136(8  1). 

8s  &  4. 

Dykes 25 

St'igelli 88 


8s  &  7s. 


Autumn 

Flotow 

Love 

Pilgrim  (8  1).     .     .     . 

Rathbun 

Schcendorf  (8  1)       .     . 

Schubert 

Sicily 

Stockwell      .... 

Waiting 

Your  Mission  (8  1) 

Also,  tunes  on  pp.  9: 
127,  131  (3  1),  149- 

10s. 


Page. 
26 

5? 
rci 

42 
6 

68 
124 
104 

21 

97 
161 

105, 


16 

44 
20 

13 


Berlin 

Eventide 

White 

Lyons  (or  5s,  8  1).     . 

lis. 

Portuguese  Hymn       .     .     73 
Gennesaret 54 

Miscellaneous. 

Ariel  (C.  P.  M.)  ...  37 
Claribel  (lis  &  10s.)  .  .122 
Flemming(Ss  &  6.)  .  .  138 
Serenity  (8s  &  6.)  .  .  .  109 
Shadows  (H.  M.)  .  .  .122 
Sullivan  (H.  M.)  .  .  .146 
Victory  (8s,  7s  &  4.)  .  ■ .  71 
Tune  (10s  &  4)  on  p.  .  112 
Tune  (us  &  ios)on  p.     125 


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